"Are you there?"
Xu Xiaoshou sent his thoughts into the Ancient Books World.
The white-clad swordsman's figure was exceedingly blurry, no longer as clear as before. It looked as though all spiritual intelligence had dispersed, leaving behind only a shadow.
"Mm."
Still there? I thought when you said your time was short, you meant you'd already left without saying goodbye!
Relieved that he had not yet started badmouthing Old Eight, Xu Xiaoshou hurriedly said, "Good that you're here. We'll talk about you to your face; we won't do that behind-your-back gossiping stuff. You won't be angry, right?"
Ba Zunan could not be bothered to waste words on this green-tea Xiaoshou.
To him, what had happened back then was not much of anything.
He had merely been disgusted by methods that were far from clever. It was not some unspeakable matter.
Xu Xiaoshou had still been young then, unable to reach that level. There was no need to tell him much.
But now, even the Holy Emperor Rao Clan was about to vanish. It was indeed time to tell him some things about the Five Great Holy Emperor Clans.
"Before the final battle, I received a letter."
When that faint voice emerged from within his body, not only Xu Xiaoshou, but Dao Qiongchang also sat up straighter.
His intelligence had been gathered afterward.
What the person involved said himself would surely differ in detail from what had been pieced together through inquiries.
The two sat cross-legged facing each other, both wearing expressions of rapt attention. Four eyeballs stared at a belly, making for an exceedingly strange sight.
"The letter was unsigned. Only later did I learn that it had come from Dao Xuanji."
"I do not remember the exact contents too clearly. I only know it was a threatening letter, demanding