Hai Hour, when dusk settled.
Not a human voice sounded within the Merit-Recording Hall; not even the slightest stir escaped.
The busybodies who had come to watch the excitement lost interest and gradually dispersed.
Only a few flying carriages remained suspended high overhead, trailing auspicious Qi and radiating precious light.
One glance revealed that they belonged to the Eight Lords’ Descendants, accustomed to lavish, ostentatious displays.
"He's only choosing an original scripture. Does it really take this long?"
"The Three Great Original Scriptures aren't even kept in the Merit-Recording Hall. Surely he can't be studying them right there?"
"Who knows what's going on? Even if he were allowed to view the Patriarch's supreme scriptures, what could he possibly make of them?"
"True enough. A mere Qi Refining cultivator..."
At first, there had still been scattered comments like these. Yet even at daybreak, the Merit-Recording Hall, furnished with the "Great Transposition Warding of the Real and Illusory Realms," remained silent and still. Having waited fruitlessly for a day, the occupants of those flying carriages finally lost patience and streaked across the sky, returning to their cave abodes and separate residences.
"Are the Three Great Original Scriptures so mysterious? Choosing one actually takes this long?"
Inside the Yin-Bearing Residence, Shao Guansu frowned slightly. Two days had already passed, yet that Dao Child had still not stepped out of the Merit-Recording Hall.
A middle-aged Daoist sat below him. He looked a full twelve years older than Shao Guansu, yet spoke with utmost respect:
"Perhaps he's caught between choices and doesn't know how to decide."
Disciples of the Shao clan rarely gained entry to this Yin-Bearing Residence.
The middle-aged Daoist had appealed to old ties and only then been fortunate enough to receive an audience with Shao Guansu.
Naturally, he wanted to show what