Zi Shou led his ministers toward the West Garden, brimming with anticipation.
He was genuinely looking forward to the outcome of the fight. Had Lü Yue won, or Yuan Hong?
Lü Yue had repeatedly proclaimed himself the foremost disciple of the Interception Sect. Even if he did not quite live up to that reputation, he could not be too shabby. He was proficient in plague magic, highly skilled in combat, and possessed formidable divine abilities, along with three heads and six arms, twin Plague-Pointing Swords, the Xingtian Seal, the Plague Bell, the Form-Fixing Plague Banner, the Plague Umbrella, Plague Pills, and a whole heap of other magic treasures.
Yuan Hong could be called the greatest demon in Investiture of the Gods. Like Yang Jian, he had learned the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. If Yang Jian could resist Lü Yue's plagues, Yuan Hong surely could too. Although Yuan Hong's equipment was poor, he had six brothers to serve as humanoid equipment.
A fight between these two really would be quite a spectacle.
Just as they approached the West Garden, the flames died down.
Quite a few ministers furrowed their brows. It stank terribly.
They had visited when the West Garden was first established, but who could have imagined that it would grow stinkier by the day? The stench was simply unbearable.
Were these people raising livestock or playing with shit?
Bo Yi slowed his steps. He had been the one to compile the livestock-raising methods back then, and it was here in the West Garden that he had truly transcended himself. At the time, he had even lamented how heavy bamboo slips were. Who would have thought that, so soon afterward, a miraculous thing like paper would appear, and the West Garden would undergo so many changes?
Bo Yi was rather attached