Zhou Xuan went to find Lady Hong Guan—the reconstruction of Mingjiang Prefecture was just one God-level response away from completion.
The sixth God-level being he had chosen was the "Bitter Ghost."
"Sir, don’t be in such a hurry to leave, can I have my Divine Status back?"
Li Changxun called out to Zhou Xuan.
"Don’t rush, I’ll return it when Bi Fang is dead."
"Whether he’s dead or not has nothing to do with my Divine Status, and I also said, the one who can truly teach you the Colorful Play Hall skills is not ... but the mysterious outsider suppressed on East Market Street... alas... alas... you’re rude, just walked away like that."
Zhou Xuan didn’t even bother to listen to Li Changxun’s words and walked straight away.
Yun Ziliang then said, "Stop shouting, Xuanzi doesn’t care about your petty stuff."
"Alas, bad luck."
Li Changxun sighed, picked a road, and walked out.
"Where are you going?"
Yun Ziliang asked.
"After being locked up for so many years, I’m going out for a walk, see the scenery, clear my mind."
"It’s all ruins around here, what’s worth seeing?" Yun Ziliang shouted.
"Ruins are still better than the sewers of Earth Abyss."
Li Changxun spoke as he disappeared.
Yun Ziliang sighed to himself and said, "Ah, this Mingjiang Prefecture really has a connection with us Dragon Seeking Heavenly Masters... the best disciple was taken in Mingjiang Prefecture too."
Thinking of Zhou Xuan, Yun Ziliang clicked his tongue in wonder—threefold consciousness, with a dormant Heavenly Venerate residing inside him. But which one is Xuanzi’s Heavenly Venerate?
"Blood Well? Tao Ancestor? Ancient Buddha? Or that mysterious, missing Witch God?"
Yun Ziliang pulled up a small stool and sat down, pondering continuously...
...
The Battle of the Earth Abyss was fraught with danger, but inside Hui Feng dical College, there was a peaceful atmosphere.
Zhou Xuan had already taken the precious mountain goods sent by the Fox Clan and exchanged them in Ping Shui Prefecture for rice, flour, grains, oil, dicine, bedding, tents, and even wine, chocolate, and soda.
The disaster survivors of Mingjiang Prefecture no longer felt like disaster survivors. On those spacious playgrounds, they erected tents and lit stoves, eating mountain delicacies and sipping fine wines.
This life was even more leisurely than before the disaster hit Mingjiang Prefecture.
In one of the tents, Wang Xinyi, with a broken leg, and his daughter Xiao Jue were eating wild rabbit legs.
Although Mingjiang Prefecture was no longer lacking in supplies, in a spirit of not wasting, food and at were still rationed.
"Xiao Jue, eat slowly, Dad has more here."
Wang Xinyi looked at his daughter Xiao Jue, who was eating heartily, with eyes full of affection—his wife had perished in the Xianhuo disaster, and he lost a leg, now he could only rely on his daughter Xiao Jue.
His daughter was already his only family, his only concern. Naturally, he saved all the good food and drinks for Xiao Jue.
In order to let Xiao Jue drink another bottle of soda, he gave up his share of white wine and exchanged it for soda.
"Thank you, Dad."
Xiao Jue ate happily, but from ti to ti, she would pause and use her delicate fingers to pick at her teeth.
Once or twice Wang Xinyi didn’t mind, but after it happened repeatedly, he asked, "Xiao Jue, what’s wrong, why are you picking at your teeth?"
"Dad, the at keeps getting stuck in my teeth."
"Let take a look."
Wang Xinyi leaned in for a look, and at a glance, he felt sothing was wrong—Xiao Jue had grown two more front teeth in front of her existing ones.
The newly grown front teeth were about a centiter longer than the old ones. If Xiao Jue didn’t smile, her lips could cover the new teeth,
but once Xiao Jue smiled—the teeth would show, looking just like a... mouse...
"How could it be that she grew two more teeth?"
Wang Xinyi stared at the teeth, pondering.
His attention was so focused that he didn’t notice—suddenly, there were two strange blood-red patches forming in Xiao Jue’s pupils...
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