Skyblue, the Main Hall.
Empty-Handed lounged sideways in his seat, dressed in white robes, with something of a dashing air. Only his eyes, darting about now and then, betrayed a touch of roguery. Flecks of inky resonance fell at his feet.
Xu Xuan sat in the seat of honor, his face livid. He cut Empty-Handed off and asked in a low voice:
"You mean you've been hiding in Green Peaks all these years?"
"Exactly."
Below him, Empty-Handed smiled faintly and said:
"You may not know this, Abbey Master, but I was the one who delivered that Blood River Sect remnant last time. Do you remember?"
"And now I've saved your disciple's life. Heh, with merits like these, couldn't you promote me straight to protector? The same rank as Liang Yong would do."
"Hold on."
Xu Xuan rubbed his forehead. Truth be told, he had a fairly favorable impression of Empty-Handed, whose deeds back then had been chivalrous. But he had also stripped the man of everything and abandoned him in the desert. Now that Empty-Handed wanted to join the temple, things had become rather delicate.
"What sort of tradition does White Paper Blessed Land follow? Could you explain in detail?"
Xu Xuan pondered briefly. He had asked Tiantuo earlier, only for the old demon to say outright that he did not know; that part of his memory was missing. He could only ask Empty-Handed. Xu Xuan was very familiar with the inky resonance on the man. Gongsun Xi, Hidden Lady, and Elder Yuan all possessed it as well. Presumably, they all came from that place.
"Reporting to you, Abbey Master, it is the [Grand Historian's Paper World of Form-Copying], the foremost blessed land. Through millet-earth form-copying, all its immortals are entered in the records. It lies beyond the dust of