Inside the hall.
Inky currents flowed, and Empty-Handed's face gradually blurred. He stepped forward, and the ground beneath his feet turned into an empty whiteness where ink settled.
"I ask for your permission, Sect Leader."
Before the desk, Xu Xuan remained silent. Rather than agreeing at once, he said gravely:
"When I went to Qing Province to eradicate demons, I saw True Person Guan Quan of Louguan Dao use a spirit treasure called [Plain Scroll]. It came from the White Paper Blessed Land. Do you know of it?"
At this, Empty-Handed suddenly raised his head, turning his blurred face toward him.
"[Plain Scroll]? I have heard of it. It came out of the blessed land and passed into the hands of the Feng Dynasty's imperial clan, who later bestowed it upon friendly immortal cultivators. But I cannot remember its precise functions."
"So it is a spirit treasure of the White Paper Blessed Land. What connection does it have with the Feng Dynasty?"
Ever since witnessing that Plain Scroll, Xu Xuan had grown all the more puzzled by the White Paper Blessed Land. Sealing demonic nature, recreating people of antiquity-its various methods almost surpassed those of the several immortal sects.
Empty-Handed shook his head. His Dharma Body blurred, inky currents hanging and pooling as his voice grew increasingly muddled.
"We paper people only do what we ought to do and give the answers we ought to give. Sect Leader, please ask me less about such matters in the future, or else..."
"I entered these mountains only to serve as a sword in your hand, Sect Leader, to be wielded at your command. As for the secrets of the Ancient Era, I cannot say much."
Xu Xuan set his divine ability into motion, helping Empty-Handed stabilize his form. The inky currents dispersed,