The Great Xia Dynasty, the Sky Observation Bureau.
An imperial astronomer recorded a line casually on the bamboo slips before moving on to other business.
"What is your relationship with that faction of paper figures?" Wang Xuan asked. Those people were ruthless, stopping at nothing-even blood-sacrificing a large grotto-heaven-just to obtain a fragment of the Old Saint Decree.
Meanwhile, back in the True Immortal Realm, Wang Xuan had also clashed with them, beating a boatload of paper figures to death. He held not a shred of favorable feeling toward that bunch.
"What is your relationship with that faction of paper figures?" Wang Xuan asked. Those people were ruthless, stopping at nothing-even blood-sacrificing a large grotto-heaven-just to obtain a fragment of the Old Saint Decree.
Meanwhile, back in the True Immortal Realm, Wang Xuan had also clashed with them, beating a boatload of paper figures to death. He held not a shred of favorable feeling toward that bunch.
"What is your relationship with that faction of paper figures?" Wang Xuan asked. Those people were ruthless, stopping at nothing-even blood-sacrificing a large grotto-heaven-just to obtain a fragment of the Old Saint Decree.
Meanwhile, back in the True Immortal Realm, Wang Xuan had also clashed with them, beating a boatload of paper figures to death. He held not a shred of favorable feeling toward that bunch.
"Brother An? We met in the afternoon, and now we reunite at midnight-this is fate!" Wang Xuan hurried to greet him, finally knowing who he was.
Soon, a pitch-black owl flew into this sealed space within the Higher Spiritual World, staring hard at Wang Xuan to confirm he was a newcomer.
"Senior Brother Hong Teng?" Wang Xuan asked.
Sure enough, it was him, manifesting a slightly dark face as he said, "The thorn in the side who