"Hello, hello, Jiang Ding..."
Sun Slayer's voice came through the phone. The surroundings seemed extremely noisy, with the ding-dong calls for queue numbers ringing without end.
"Senior Sun Slayer, have you been released from prison? You didn't go back in again, did you?"
Jiang Ding's heart tightened.
That sound resembled the queue-number calls at Immortal Capital No. 1 Prison. He had been there once... several times.
"No!"
"What are you talking about? You don't trust me?"
Sun Slayer was displeased. "I'm handling the procedures—the Immortal Sect deregistration procedures, the procedures for registering again afterward, and applying for the Immortal Sect Army to seal off the realm domain where the Xu Realm is located for a while while my identity is still valid... All that is very troublesome."
"Oh, right. After deregistering and registering again, you can't be elected to a municipal-level or higher Immortal Sect governing position for three hundred years. That won't affect your plans for the Dao path, will it?"
"No, not at all."
Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief.
He had no plans to enter politics. Staying at Clearwind University was quite good.
"Fine, then."
"I'll send you a proxy file for the deregistration procedures later. Sign it, and I'll handle all the procedures for you. That'll save you another trip. The procedures are a real hassle."
Sun Slayer said.
"Understood."
Jiang Ding sat cross-legged within the Solar Abyss, cultivating with his eyes closed. With every breath, he drew in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the Great Sun, absorbing them into himself bit by bit to accumulate the foundation of his mana, tempering his divine soul and sword intent.
Several months later.
He opened his eyes and flew toward the skies above the Great Sun Celestial Pool.
"Hello!"
"Great Sun