Lin Qingzhu's expression darkened.
"That isn't inviting help. It's letting thieves through the door."
The Dragon-Robed Elder did not deny it.
"That is why we will enter the History Archive Hall first tomorrow."
"The more we can uncover before meeting them, the more ground we'll have to stand on."
Zhou Xuan pondered for a moment, then put the Supreme One Token into his Storage Ring and wrapped it in seven layers of Taiyi Divine Power, one after another.
The token trembled several times, and its pull weakened.
But it did not cease.
"All right."
He rose to his feet.
"Tomorrow at seven, the History Archive Hall."
The Dragon-Robed Elder looked at him and suddenly spoke.
"Zhou Xuan."
Zhou Xuan stopped.
"If you uncover something in the History Archive Hall that you shouldn't see..."
Zhou Xuan turned back.
"Then that means it was never supposed to see the light of day."
The Dragon-Robed Elder said no more.
He could not refute that.
The Supreme One Token had awakened, the Token Master Mark had appeared, and the ancestral teachings of the Token-Keeper Lineage had come true.
Everything buried beneath the dust was beginning to turn up.
After seeing off the Dragon-Robed Elder's phantom, Wuchen withdrew as well.
Only Zhou Xuan and Lin Qingzhu remained in the courtyard.
Lin Qingzhu was in no hurry to put away the map.
She stood beside the stone table, staring at Zhou Xuan's hand.
"Let me see."
Zhou Xuan hid his hand behind his back.
"There's nothing worth seeing."
Lin Qingzhu held out her hand.
"Zhou Xuan."
She rarely addressed him by his full name.
Zhou Xuan hesitated, then offered her his hand.
The dark-gold mark on his palm was a little fainter than before, but a ring of fine patterns had appeared along its edges, spreading