While waiting for Guanghan Palace to discuss whether to use their hidden reserves, Qin Sheng also asked them to keep an eye out for information on Duan De and see whether the Wicked Daoist had shown himself recently.
If they found Duan De's whereabouts, they were to tell him to hurry to Eight Scenic Palace.
The matter of raising an army to attack the Taiyin God Sect in order to avenge Duan De—a display of brotherly loyalty—had to be brought to his attention.
Good deeds should leave a name behind; brotherhood should remain in the heart.
However, before news from Guanghan Palace or Duan De reached Qin Sheng, another piece of good news arrived. No, bad news.
Another Qin Sheng had died!
Gloomy and dark, silent and empty.
When Qin Sheng arrived in Infinite Land and saw his dead self, he was immediately somewhat surprised.
Only one Qin Sheng had died this time. Qin Sheng was already used to that; what surprised him was that this version of himself looked rather strange.
The most eye-catching part was a branch sprouting from the top of his head, with a lemon growing on it and swaying back and forth.
"What kind of look is that? Pretty unique," Qin Sheng asked.
Lemon Qin Sheng clasped his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and said, "I was born this way. This is art. This is style. You wouldn't understand."
"As they laugh at my madness, I laugh at their blindness."
Qin Sheng understood. This version of himself had probably transmigrated into a world like The Legend of the Seven Swordsmen or Dragon Clan. He was not a pure-blooded human.
Still, he sure talked big. As expected of me.
"You're not human."
"Who are you insulting? You're the one who's not human."