Morning light shone upon Blessing Town.
Everyone let out a long sigh of relief.
Li Qingxian lowered his head, looked at the various Edicts stuffed inside his clothes, and tried using the Heaven-and-Earth Bracelet to store them away.
"Blessing is a miraculous elixir. How long has it been since the Eerie Mist passed?" Xu Changren asked.
Everyone froze. Xu Changren froze as well. Why had those words been the first thing out of his mouth?
Li Qingxian opened the Fate Disk, and his gaze sharpened.
The time on the Fate Disk had clearly been altered by some mysterious force.
They had not spent much time entering the Eerie Mist, but the Blue-White War and the Double-Blue War had lasted a long time—at least ten days. Yet the Fate Disk recorded that only one night had passed.
"The Mayor is wise and brilliant... Hmph, it must be some lingering ailment of the Eerie Mist, all jumbled up and messy." The Filthy Beggar cursed under his breath.
Xu Changren hurriedly said, "Blessing is a miraculous elixir... Forget it. The words 'lingering ailment' are a grave taboo. The Mayor said we must not say them, must not say them."
"Mayor? I love your mother..." The Filthy Beggar stood rooted to the spot, while everyone else wore equally baffled expressions.
The Filthy Beggar's old face reddened. "Something must have happened in the Eerie Mist. Those words don't sound like the truth—they sound like an insult, and they suit the Mayor quite well. Mayor, I love your mother... Tsk, tsk. Interesting."
Everyone did not know whether to laugh or cry. This old gentleman truly feared neither heaven nor earth, rebellion written all over him.
Zhou Hen lowered his head in thought. Why did those words give him such a powerful sense of familiarity?
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