The night was cool as water, black as ink. A gale swept through the night sky, rolling high overhead as the clouds continually shifted shape. Then a mechanical bronze crane abruptly dropped from the ever-changing clouds and landed in Qi Lianliancheng's hand.
He took a small scroll of sheepskin from the belly of the somewhat chilly mechanical bronze crane, its shell still beaded with tiny droplets of water. After only one glance, Qi Lianliancheng could not help but furrow his brows slightly.
There were already two other small sheepskin scrolls on the table beside him. Yet the information conveyed by those two scrolls and the one from this mechanical bronze crane contained many outright contradictions.
Although Qi Lianliancheng did not yet know that Tong Bugu had already shown goodwill toward Luo Bei on behalf of Zhanzhou Marshland, it was obvious that Luo Bei had still not died. Moreover, his strength had once again exceeded Qi Lianliancheng's expectations. He had even mastered things such as Kunlun's mechanical bronze cranes used to transmit messages.
Luo Bei gave Qi Lianliancheng the same feeling as the clouds constantly changing shape in the sky at this moment—impossible to grasp. He was also like a vortex, seemingly drawing in more and more power, while that vortex itself grew ever stronger.
And Luo Bei himself was a rare genius in the cultivation world, a figure seen perhaps once in a hundred years... Although Qi Lianliancheng had personally fought Luo Bei only once, he was certain that if Luo Bei were given enough time, his achievements would surely become unimaginable. Perhaps he might even surpass the earthshaking Yuan Tianyi.
Yet in Qi Lianliancheng's eyes, Luo Bei also possessed a fatal weakness.
He was not like the overwhelming majority of cultivators, who could disregard everything else for the sake