"Mm..."
"Jiang Mengxiong's strength is fairly decent."
"Qin Changsheng isn't bad either."
"Jiang Mengxiong of Qi State practices the Selfless Killing Fist, which pursues invincible selflessness—utterly domineering. It can't help reminding me of the Selfless Sword Dao, one of the Three Peaks of Flying Sword from the Human Race's Flying Sword Era..."
"The Qin Kingdom lies on the Western Border of the Present World, suppressing Yu Abyss year-round. Its martial spirit is flourishing, its soldiers and armor formidable, and talent emerges without end—it truly must not be underestimated. Qin Changsheng is devoted to the blade, obsessed with it to the point of madness. If he were to strike with all his strength, even I would need to muster three parts of my focus."
Within a shabby old courtyard in the northern district of Cloud-Brushing City, Chai Asi knelt respectfully upon a prayer cushion. Hanging on the wall before him was a shrine he had crafted with his own hands.
Inside the wooden shrine, a thoroughly washed piece of soft cloth served as a cushion, supporting the Ancient God Mirror.
This was how Chai Asi expressed his reverence for the great Ancient God. Every time they communicated, he had to bow in worship.
Of course, when he went out or went to sleep, he still carried the Ancient God Mirror on him. This was the hope of his demon life; he could not afford to lose it.
At this very moment, the great Ancient God Venerable was commenting on the battle of Southern Heaven City.
His words flowed freely, his insight broad and far-reaching.
What lofty vision, what sweeping discourse, what a view from the highest roof!
Chai Asi had no particular channels for information. What he learned from the old ape's distillery was all scattered scraps of news. Much of