On the desk lay a stack of albums. The woman in the White Fox Mask had cloudlike hair and dark brows, clear eyes, and slender hands holding Kong Xuan's file, reading it with rapt attention.
The man in the photograph held his head high, his eyes aggressive and vividly captured. Lines of small print clearly recorded his past—his battle records, analyses of his personality, and more.
Wang Xuan's expression turned grave. Through the Mysterious Mobile Phone, he was reading those files as well. They were far too detailed; even his "one-off grand collision" with Lu Renjia not long ago had been recorded.
There was even mention of his encounters with An Jingqi and Zhuo Yanran, including the fact that he had eaten their fruit flesh. Most crucially, it had been circled in red.
So detailed? His face grew solemn. The lineages Beyond the World seemed detached from mortal affairs, but once mobilized, their tentacles could stretch across every corner of the starry sky. It was truly terrifying.
The account of Kong Xuan began at Meteorite Sea and ended at the grand gathering before them. There were comments stating that Black Peacock Sacred Mountain had helped conceal his past, hence the lengthy blank period in his history.
"He thinks Heaven is number one and Earth can only rank third. He wants to stand above all others—untamed, rebellious, and far too wild." The woman in the White Fox Mask spoke in a crisp voice, then picked up a red pen and marked a small X beside one evaluation.
Rejected just like that? Wang Xuan lifted his chin when he saw it, sorely tempted to say, That's just my confident side. What's wrong with that?
Though there was a trace of displeasure at not being recognized, overall, he thought it could not have