Jiang Ding finished writing and glanced at his little notebook.
The first entry was the mortal lord of Eastspirit Prefecture. When Jiang Ding was sixteen—just a few days ago, in fact—the man had driven him out of Eastspirit Prefecture and sent troops to surround and kill him. If Jiang Ding had not run fast, he might have ended up in grave danger.
That line was gray. It had not been crossed out or resolved, because someone else had beaten the man to death. There was nothing Jiang Ding could do about it.
The second was Mu Tianxue, the ancestor of the Blood Slaughter Hall. She had also brought people to ambush him, intending to kill him. He had escaped at the time. This entry had already been crossed out: done.
The third was a manager from the Spirit Treasure Commerce who had cheated him out of 155 million. Crossed out. Resolved.
The fourth was the Divine Crow True Lord, who had destroyed his Tushan Immortal City once...
The fifty-fourth was the Great Sun Sword Sect. Its Nascent Soul True Lords had attacked him, and by the principles of fairness, justice, and righteousness, compensation was owed. This remained unresolved.
There were all sorts of entries, a great heap of them.
The hundred and seventeenth was An Tuzi. The hundred and eighteenth through the hundred and twenty-fourth were the seven Void Refining mighty figures of the Immortal Orders.
Of course, he did not dare write their real names. They might sense it somehow, so he used a few circles and crosses instead. It was enough that he could understand them.
Unresolved entries were gray; resolved ones were crossed out.
The ones still glowing were awaiting resolution. His management was thoroughly scientific.
There were not many glowing entries. A dozen or