On the plaza of the Heaven-Worshiping Platform.
The girl sat alone in silence.
She recited Buddhist scriptures, each verse drifting across the vast Heaven-Worshiping Platform again and again.
Whenever she spoke a character, golden Buddha light floated out from around her and gradually merged into the heavy clouds above the imperial palace.
One mysterious, hard-to-understand Buddhist resonance after another rippled through the air, yet somehow sounded soothing beyond compare.
Beside the girl, the little meatball-like Chaos lay comfortably on its back, basking in the sunlight.
Its front and back looked exactly the same, so it was impossible to tell which side was which.
As it lay there, it even used its fleshy wings to scratch its little belly.
An hour later, the Buddhist scriptures the girl had been reciting gradually came to a stop.
"Migu?"
Hearing its master fall silent, little Chaos woke up and gazed sleepily at her.
"Migu, migu?"
Little Chaos shuffled over to Wang Xin and gently rubbed its head against her knee.
Wang Xin nodded at Chaos. "Mm, I'm finished. According to the customs of their Zhou Dynasty, that's all for today."
"Migu."
Chaos suddenly opened its mouth wide and yawned. Its little wings flapped as it flew onto its master's shoulder.
"There's no rush to go back." Wang Xin reached out and rubbed little Chaos's head. It was just a ball of flesh, so it was hard to tell where its body ended and its head began. "We still have something to do."
The next moment, Wang Xin took a half-broken Tang Saber from her Storage Bag.
Its blade was pitch-black, long and slender yet brimming with ferocity.
A flowing, tassel-like pattern was engraved along the blade.
Near the hilt, a single character was carved: "Ink."
It had once been an Immortal Weapon, but its