Time ticked by, second by second.
Li An finally returned.
She entered the brothel with someone clad head to toe in black, a bamboo hat obscuring their face.
When they came in, Gu Qingshan was eating noodles, sweating profusely but unwilling to stop.
Qin Xiaolou had cooked them himself, and they were simply too delicious.
"Who is this?"
Gu Qingshan set down his bowl and asked.
Li An said nothing, merely stepping aside.
The newcomer sat down opposite Gu Qingshan and tilted his bamboo hat up a little.
A pair of cold, emotionless eyes met Gu Qingshan's gaze.
"The Demon Dragon?" Gu Qingshan asked quietly.
"I can't stay here long, so I'll keep this brief," the Demon Dragon said.
"Did the Holy Chosen of the Dead World refuse to join my Immortal City?" Gu Qingshan asked sharply.
"The Dead World doesn't need to join an Immortal City. Its Holy Chosen are different from yours. We have another duty and don't need to face the apocalypse," the Demon Dragon said.
"What is your duty?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"Guarding divine artifacts," the Demon Dragon replied.
Gu Qingshan's expression changed. "The Dead World guards all the Six Paths' divine artifacts?"
"Correct. The Dead World is the most secretive place among the Six Paths. Only a handful of powerful apocalypses can ignore the boundary between life and death and attack it directly. That's why the divine artifacts of the Six Paths of Reincarnation are hidden deep within the Dead World, awaiting the day the Six Paths of Reincarnation reestablish their divine positions," the Demon Dragon explained.
"—So our duty as the Dead World's Holy Chosen is to hold it."
Gu Qingshan sighed, disappointed, then asked, "You went to the Dead World so late. How did you still become one of its Holy Chosen?"
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