The man in strange attire dissolved into motes of light and vanished completely, leaving behind a book of unknown material.
A cultivator examined it with a spell and, finding nothing wrong, handed it to Wang Quan.
Then the cultivators crowded around. "Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter, hurry and see what it says."
Wang Quan smiled. "Let's all read it together!"
At those words, many cultivators were inwardly taken aback.
They had killed many evil beings and seen many things dropped by them.
But they had never seen one drop a book.
There was no need to think about it: this thing absolutely contained a great deal of special information.
Used well, that information could even raise a Lineage to prominence or keep a faction flourishing indefinitely.
They had given the book to Wang Quan precisely because he had contributed so much to the kill just now.
They had even prepared themselves:
Wang Quan could simply tell them a couple of things from the book and send them on their way.
They had never expected him to let everyone read it together.
Wang Quan expended one strand of Dharma Power and cast a spell.
A breath later, the book floated in the air, and a huge projection appeared above it.
The cultivators instinctively looked over and saw several large words: [Ah, This Life of Mine...!]
The cultivators...
Wang Quan...
Rustle!
A light breeze turned the flyleaf, revealing the first page's contents:
[This life of mine held far too many regrets!]
[I miss the radiant girl I met in my youth.]
[I miss the woman who once planted a whole mountain with peach blossoms for me!]
[The day the sky collapsed, I really should have gone back to look, to see that woman who had been waiting for me all along!]