In ages long past, the Ten Paragon Heroes of the Heavens, and their four aspirants, stood as paragons of power. Here present were two of the latter: the Sage of Rites, and the Hermit of Three Peaks and Nine Marquisates.

Judged by their mastery of the Dao, they fell into three distinct tiers. Foremost stood the Sage of Rites, the Hermit of Three Peaks and Nine Marquisates, and Zheng Juzhong, all having attained the Fourteenth Realm of enlightenment.

Next came Yu Xuan, Lü Yan, Bai Jing, and Xiao Mo, who had yet to fully unite with the Dao of the Fourteenth Realm.

Bringing up the rear, of course, was Chen Ping’an, who, for the moment, had not even reached the Fifth Realm.

Only Li Xi-sheng defied easy categorization, his true level of mastery shrouded in mystery.

If judged solely by years walked upon the Path, the order would be: the Hermit of Three Peaks and Nine Marquisates, Xiao Mo, Bai Jing, the Sage of Rites, Yu Xuan, Lü Yan, Zheng Juzhong, Li Xi-sheng, and finally, Chen Ping’an.

Yet, this very Li Xi-sheng, the future Grand Master Kou Ming of White Jade Citadel, along with Zheng Juzhong of White Emperor City and Lü Yan the Pure Yang, were all, in the eyes of the Supreme Sage Confucius, potential candidates to join the Ten Paragon Heroes in the ages to come.

Thus, by any measure, Chen Ping’an remained at the bottom.

Despite his youth, he had witnessed much, and Chen Ping’an was not one to be easily flustered. His heart, like still water, remained unperturbed, focused on the task at hand.

At Zheng Juzhong’s behest, Chen Ping’an gathered the fragments of his spirit, each imbued with a fragment of his essence.

In the bamboo loft of Fallen Mountain, a figure of Chen Ping’an, immersed in transcribing sacred texts, suddenly stilled, his expression blank, frozen in the act of writing.

At the General’s encampment in Yu Prefecture of Great Li, a cultivator using earth magic found a secluded cave, there shedding his form like a cicada, leaving behind only a talisman of substitution.

In a bustling market of a vassal state of Great Li, nestled within the Western Peaks of Treasure Bottle Continent, a wandering Taoist, renowned for his matchmaking and letter-writing skills, suddenly slumped over his divination table, snoring loudly, his flask of wine clattering to the ground.

Within a serene inn of Azure Apricot Country, a wandering Qi cultivator, enjoying the scenery, abruptly returned to his room, closed the door, and fell into a deep, meditative slumber.

In the lands of Positive Yang Mountain, a Qi cultivator, new to the mountain’s lineage and not listed in the scrolls, having bribed his way into a welcoming position for visitors at a branch sect, sat fishing by the river, ignoring the tug of a nibbling fish.

Only one fragment of Chen Ping’an’s spirit, journeying “beyond the heavens” along the “reverse current of the river of ten thousand years of light”, gave him pause. He hesitated, not out of reluctance, but due to the difficulty of recalling it.

Before Chen Ping’an could voice his concerns, Zheng Juzhong, seemingly divining his thoughts, said in a telepathic whisper, “Do not recall that one. To do so midway would be to wound the very root of your Dao. You would be of no help here, and might even be forced to withdraw, returning to the village to heal. Besides, I have no desire to incur the wrath of that being, nor face the wrath of the Literary Sage at my doorstep.”

Lü Yan smiled. “Taoist Chen, I did not expect to meet you so soon.”

Chen Ping’an returned the greeting with clasped hands. “Greetings, Pure Yang Senior.”

Without delay, Chen Ping’an unleashed his twin Destiny Swords, enveloping all but the Sage of Rites and the Hermit of Three Peaks and Nine Marquisates within their ethereal embrace.

He estimated that they were millions of miles from the Sage of Rites’ projection, while his current Nascent Soul realm could support a Cage of the Sparrow Heaven, encompassing a territory of only a thousand miles.

A gaunt old man, his hair and beard white as snow, floated barefoot in the vastness of the Void.

He wore a flowing purple robe, known as “Purple Qi,” one of the Ten Great Robes of the Heavens. Adorned with a Taiji diagram of black and white Yin-Yang fish, a crystal gourd hung at his waist, shimmering with countless starry reflections within, as if the Milky Way itself was captured within its confines.

This was Yu Xuan, the Old Immortal of the Fourteenth Realm who resided beyond the heavens, known throughout the world for his mastery of “Talismans.”

Yu Xuan flicked his fingers, and ripples of spiritual energy spread through the boundaries of the created Heaven. Nodding, he said with admiration, “Not bad, not bad at all, Hidden Officer Chen.”

Despite the pleasantries, doubt lingered in Yu Xuan’s mind. This young Hidden Officer was not the same Chen Ping’an who had borrowed the Fourteenth Realm Dao from Lu Chen. Summoned to the heavens by the Sage of Rites, what could a mere martial artist, even one who had reached the Peak, possibly contribute? What was the significance of creating a thousand-mile Heaven with his swords?

He inquired telepathically to Lü Yan, “Pure Yang, is this it?”

This was, in fact, the first time the Old Immortal had met the Taoist who had supposedly returned to the Grand Desolation from Azure Canopy.

Lü Yan smiled subtly. “Senior, keep watch and see.”

Yu Xuan suppressed his doubts and nodded.

To create a small Heaven was but a simple matter for cultivators of their caliber.

Admittedly, the resilience of this particular Heaven was surprising. Even Yu Xuan himself, without resorting to his most powerful talismans, would need at least twenty offensive talismans to breach its barriers. The troublesome aspect of sword cultivators, aside from their ability to shatter all laws with a single strike, lay in the bizarre mystical powers of their Destiny Swords.

Could this be a scheme between the Literary Sage and the Sage of Rites, hoping to add a merit to their disciple’s name in the Temple of Literature?

In anyone else, Yu Xuan would dismiss this as petty conjecture. But with the Old Scholar, he wouldn’t put it past him. Confronting him directly would likely yield nothing more than a shrug and a challenge to fight him.

Chen Ping’an spoke, “I ask that you all release your divine senses and envision your usual places of practice.”

Zheng Juzhong was first to envision the Glazed Pavilion of White Emperor City.

Lü Yan followed, envisioning the Lü Gong Shrine near the Fen River Shrine in Dream Beam Country.

Yu Xuan envisioned Gold-Filling Peak, where he had established his first Dao school.

Xiao Mo’s vision was simpler: the thatched hut at Fallen Treasure Shoal, where he once brewed wine.

Bai Jing was not to be outdone, envisioning a radiant sun.

These visions, unhindered and fully released, manifested clearly within the Cage of the Sparrow Heaven, down to the smallest detail.

Yet, they were still illusions.

Yu Xuan remained uncertain of Chen Ping’an’s intent, but as Pure Yang had suggested, he would wait and see.

Chen Ping’an then wielded his Destiny Sword, Well-in-the-Moon, like a master artist skilled in meticulous detail, using the envisioned dojos as templates. As if wielding the “Pity the Sparse Sword Qi” calligraphy, he traced the outlines to meticulously create his rendition.

Cage of the Sparrow was but an empty Heaven, like the shell of a body.

Well-in-the-Moon, dividing itself into hundreds of thousands of tiny swords, became the framework and the veins and arteries of this Heaven. It erected the beams of a house or filled the body with blood and bone.

A Glazed Pavilion with emerald roof tiles, instantly arose around Zheng Juzhong. Golden threads extended upward, each a tiny sword split from Well-in-the-Moon. The nine-storied pavilion, with its carved balustrades, overhanging eaves, and couplets, revealed even the faint marks of long use and the minute cracks of age. The true marvel lay in how, as Zheng Juzhong activated the pavilion’s arrays, it seemed to come alive, adjusting and mending its own flaws. As the golden threads connected at critical junctures, turning the emerald to a lustrous gold, the array became a whole.

The Glazed Pavilion was… or rather, *became*, a replica, moved in its entirety to Chen Ping’an’s Cage of the Sparrow Heaven.

Zheng Juzhong tapped the railing and nodded. “Acceptable.”

Bai Jing frowned, twitching her nose. “This works?!”

She couldn’t help but add, “This is too twisted!”

Then came Xiao Mo’s dojo, once again requiring Chen Ping’an’s cooperation.

Zheng Juzhong had intentionally shown his Glazed Pavilion first, indirectly helping Chen Ping’an fill in the gaps in his understanding.

The key was that there were no living beings within the Glazed Pavilion, making it relatively simple.

Chen Ping’an was more practiced in constructing Lü Gong Shrine.

Lü Yan, standing in the shade of the willows by the shrine’s pond, watched the fish nibbling on the willow catkins. The Pure Yang Taoist stroked his beard and nodded, impressed by Chen Ping’an’s rapid progress in the Dao.

Yu Xuan’s Gold-Filling Peak was even more vibrant. It included not just ancient trees and flowers, but even the birds circling in the sky.

Chen Ping’an flawlessly manifested the “facts” and “truths” of inanimate objects. But the flowers, trees, and living birds imbued this Heaven with life.

This was the “aid” of Li Xi-sheng.

While Chen Ping’an raised the Cage of the Sparrow and built the dojos with Well-in-the-Moon, Li Xi-sheng had not been idle. Like Lu Chen praised, he strode the void, as if beyond limit, detached from all worldly tethers. He freely traveled in and out of the confines of Cage of the Sparrow Heaven, drawing talismans from his sleeves, each inscribed with a single, powerful word, such as mountain, water, cloud, rain, or lightning. He bolstered the boundaries of the great array from both within and without.

However, in the task of creating living things, while Li Xi-sheng took the lead, Chen Ping’an’s input was still vital.

The final result was a series of lesser heavens within the greater Cage of the Sparrow Heaven.

Xiao Mo sighed, his emotions complex.

His master had recently spoken of the “Four Levels,” where the key to the second layer was to fill a bottomless pit with countless talismans to reach a great realm, with the beauty of “water limited by the sky, mountain rooted in the everlasting earth.” In this realm, the five elements flowed, the sun and moon rose and set, the four seasons and twenty-four solar terms progressed in an endless cycle.

This scholar, surnamed Li, seemed to have already achieved that.

The Daoists of ten thousand years later were blessed with geniuses, exceeding those of ages past in their “skill” and progress.

Bai Jing, sitting within her sun, a mere mountain in size, seemed to have been “borrowed” by Chen Ping’an, only resembling her ancient dojo.

Indifferent to her Mountain Lord’s perfunctory treatment, Bai Jing cared little.

Lü Yan smiled subtly.

Yu Xuan, standing atop Gold-Filling Peak, coughed and praised telepathically, “These youngsters truly are remarkable.”

The future is to be feared. Next time he met the Old Scholar, he would praise his disciple without hesitation.

Yu Xuan suddenly wore a strange expression. “To reveal such a hidden, unique Dao is reckless! How will Chen Ping’an wield his sword in future duels? He has relinquished the element of surprise!”

The Old Immortal, using a string of embellishments, revealed that Chen Ping’an’s use of his twin Destiny Swords had indeed caught his eye.

Lü Yan said, “We who are here will not speak of it. As for those who would seek to deduce it by mystical means, it will be difficult.”

Yu Xuan nodded with a smile. “True. But to be safe, I shall cast a small barrier. A young man should not suffer such a loss for the sake of duty.”

Yu Xuan joined two fingers, “rubbing” a talisman from the sleeve of his Purple Qi robe. The talisman transformed into a violet aura, spiraling around Chen Ping’an before vanishing.

Yu Xuan immediately jumped in dismay. Who was it?! So persistent, constantly divining Chen Ping’an’s destiny?!

Moments later, Yu Xuan cursed. There was more than one force spying on Chen Ping’an’s fate. Hearing Pure Yang’s telepathic query, Yu Xuan nodded. Raising both sleeves, he chanted, “Open the Way.” The two violet auras, with Lü Yan’s action, transformed in thin sword beams that severed the connection between Chen Ping’an and those two factions, one in Central Continent of the Grand Desolation, the other in one of the Five Cities of Azure Canopy.

A heavily guarded observatory belonging to the Lu clan of the Yin-Yang School in Central Continent was struck and destroyed by “heavenly lightning.”

In the White Jade Citadel, the celestial instrument was found by a sword flash and reduced to dust, its caretaker blown out, ash-covered and angry, for his prized robe had been destroyed. The immortal was beside himself, for all clues of the young Hidden Officer had been destroyed in this attack.

Chen Ping’an thanked the two seniors.

Lü Yan nodded, “No need. Consider it a down payment for future aid.”

Yu Xuan laughed. “I despise such underhanded tactics.”

Li Xi-sheng stood beside Chen Ping’an in a bright moonlight, gazing into the distance. “Do not be anxious. At least two more quarters of an hour remain before the Sage of Rites makes contact with the Wildlands.”

Li Xi-sheng pointed into the distance. “Senior Yu and the Hermit of Three Peaks and Nine Marquisates have each created three talismans mountains and a long river of treasured records, but they are too distant for you to see clearly.”

Yu Xuan smiled. “Just a little fun. I am but a minor player compared to the Hermit’s grand schemes.”

After their last trip to扶摇洲, during which they had a fight, the hundreds of thousands of talismans were completely used up.

Chen Ping’an couldn’t help but ask, “Li, big brother, why not summon more ascendant realm cultivators to assist?”

Li Xi-sheng smiled. “Some would be of no help, while others are unable to leave their posts.”

Yu Xuan stroked his beard and chuckled. “Both the Asian Sage and the Literary Sage, as well as Dong the Teacher, are Fourteenth Realm beings who have joined with earthly authority. They might hinder more than help here.”

What the Old Immortal meant was that the Fourteenth Realm, ascended through earthly advantage, was too constrained. It was somewhat less capable than those that had ascended with heavenly timing and harmony.

As for the mountain and river deities of Grand Desolation’s Nine Continents, they needed to secure the foundations of their domains. Before Chen Ping’an was brought here, the Divine Lord Zhou You, in addition to the Five Peaks mountain lords of the Central Continent, had received a secret edict from the Temple of Literature, ordering them to instruct all subordinate deities and city gods to return to their positions and secure their temples.

Zheng Juzhong had previously reminded Li Xi-sheng not to readily “join with the Dao.” Should that happen, the Confucianist Li Xi-sheng would have lost.

A vast wave of energy surged towards them, shaking the Cage of the Sparrow Heaven.

It was a wind of change, a portent of extraordinary events to come.

Chen Ping’an felt suffocated.

Bai Jing reverted to the Xiaomi grain speech pattern and called, “Mountain Lord, open the door, open the door!”

Chen Ping’an stabilized his body and soul, ignoring her. *I don’t know you.*

Li Xi-sheng smiled. “This is a rare opportunity. You can open a gate to the Heaven, to absorb the spiritual energy within. Mixed with pure spiritual energy, is also some ancient Dao that has been freed from the constraints of another world. They ride the tide of power that come, absorb them all. In fact, the wave itself might be useful. There will be two more of these tides.”

Chen Ping’an’s style was caution and making the best of the opportunities available to him.

Chen Ping’an immediately opened a gate, its opening like a funnel, able to receive a larger tide of spiritual energy. A hundred-mile “riverbed” acted like a bottle, hard to retreat from. Furthermore, there was an upslope, resulting in the wave to grow as it moved toward the gate. Chen Ping’an, imitating Li Xi-sheng, created dozens of “Wind” talismans and placed them at the gate, like wind gods boosting the tide.

Yu Xuan couldn’t help but say, “Pure Yang, is it my imagination, or has Hidden Officer Chen come alive? His very aura has changed.”

Lü Yan replied vaguely, “Chen Ping’an is emulating the formation of the Qiantang River tide of Treasure Bottle Continent, incorporating heavenly timing, wind direction, terrain, and water flow.”

In short, without disrupting the stability of the Heaven, this was the best way to receive the most tide.

Bai Jing turned to Xiao Mo, standing near the thatched hut. “Xiao Mo, tell the Mountain Lord, take the opportunity that is given. You can’t lose this chance.”

Xiao Mo, adapting to the local custom, bartered, “My lord will take 80 percent, and you 20. If you agree, I will speak to my lord.”

Bai Jing, although she had resumed her true appearance, seemed like Xie Gou. Enraged, “Are you robbing me? How about taking everything?”

To Zheng Juzhong, Yu Xuan, and Lü Yan, the spiritual energy was but another thing to collect, for they were already able to make their own power. Xiao Mo was also near that point, with his ascendant level swordsmanship.

It was the crafty Bai Jing that took the opportunity. She pulled out a bunch of treasures to store the spirit energy. With the two tides, she reaped a bountiful harvest. Such events of two realms clashing were too rare to be ignored by an ascendant cultivator.

The reason that Bai Jing hadn’t left the realm was that this opportunity was more important. But the immediate harvest was but an hors d’oeuvres.

Chen Ping’an glanced at Bai Jing and estimated the amount of spiritual energy she could take. He stated, “Fifty-fifty. What do you say?”

“Fine, very fair!”

Bai Jing laughed, rushing toward the gate, the treasures fluttering out to absorb the spirit energy.

Yu Xuan exclaimed, “Pure Yang, look! Swordsmen are just better. Simply draw a sword. If one is not enough, then more. We’re just repairmen and working hard!”

Bai Jing and Xiao Mo were not like them, having to direct their treasures and arrange formations within their bodies. Qi cultivators needed treasures and caverns and talismans to stabilize themselves, for training, closed door, and fighting were three distinct realms.

Lü Yan smiled but didn’t respond.

He was a Taoist, but he knew a few swordsmanship techniques.

Furthermore, Lü Yan’s path to Core Formation was different from others.

Chen Ping’an asked, “On my visit to Demon Suppression Tower of桐叶洲, I heard 청동 Taoist spoke of the Ten Heroes of the Ancient Heavens, and their aspirants. Can Senior Yu explain this?”

Yu Xuan asked, “Old Scholar didn’t tell you?”

Chen Ping’an replied, “My teacher speaks of learning and doesn’t speak of these matters.”

Yu Xuan was stunned.

One bragged about his students, and the student bragged about his master. No wonder they were together.

Yu Xuan gestured to Xiao Mo, near the base of the mountain. “His age is fine. He’s also a follower of the Chen Hidden Official. Doesn’t he know of the old legends?”

Xiao Mo said, “My lord cultivates and studies. I don’t dare to speak.”

Chen Ping’an, shocked, asked, “Why didn’t I think of asking Xiao Mo?”

Xiao Mo asked, more confused. He had thought that his master just wanted to build an affinity for Yu Xuan.

Zheng Juzhong explained Chen Ping’an’s doubt. “Because the legend is dangerous. You instinctively didn’t ask someone so close, because deep down, you know that Xiao Mo is linked to those heroes.”

Yu Xuan didn’t think. He would just answer. “청동 told you about what?”

Besides, during his last drinking session, the Old Scholar had been honest and said, “Yu, my brother, as a Fourteenth Realm cultivator, it’s good to be easy to approach, but a Fourteenth Realm cultivator needs some dignity. Be louder, and if you see cultivators during your travels, just glare at them.”

“Of the Ten Heavenly Heroes, there are the founders of the three religions: the Taoist Ancestor, Buddha, the Supreme Teacher. There are the First Soldier, the first ‘Taoist’, and the First Swordsman. 청동 spoke of six, leaving four.”

Chen Ping’an replied, “He spoke of the four aspirants: Greatest Swordsman, Sage of Rites, Bai Ze, Hermit of Three Peaks and Nine Marquisates.”

The heroes did not have any order of merit.

The first “Taoist” in the world, became仙簪城 in the Wildlands, when he dropped his hairpin. At Fallen Mountain, there was a caretaker, with a hairpin: 仙尉

The name of the master swordsman was lost.

The First Soldier was exiled.

The current regret of Chen Ping’an was that he had learned too late of the Heavenly Heroes. He could have asked the Greatest Swordsman about the swordsman.

As for the four candidates, the “bookman” Sage of Rites, was called “Little Teacher” by both Xiao Mo and Bai Jing.

Bai Ze had the most chance of becoming the ruler of the妖. The Hermit of Three Peaks and Nine Marquisates, started the path of talisman-making.

Swordsman Chen Qingdu.

Yu Xuan laughed, “Since you’re a swordsman and martial artist, do you know of the First Soldier’s change, and relationship with martial arts?”

Chen Ping’an nodded. “There was a joint execution, and that the First Soldier was the first Eleventh Realm martial artist, although his path towards Godhood was incomplete. He had ascended the mountain, reaching the peak to become the Threshold. But his path of ascending was halted.”

Yu Xuan smiled. “In addition to the six, there is Lan Qi, a female cultivator, the real originator of smelting items, boosting the strength of the world’s Daoist. As for the 太阴 cultivator, is that she used that path. And吾洲 is said to have taken that path. Is Lan Qi protecting her fellow?”

Lü Yan cautioned. “Don’t name names.”

Lü Yan was dispelling causal connections from those words.

Yu Xuan apologized. “I was too excited.”

Chen Ping’an committed “Lan Qi” to memory.

“There will be sayings of ‘forbidden weapons are at Lan Qi.'”

After a moment of silence, Yu Xuan continued, “Since in the ancient years, there were gods in heaven and immortals on earth, there were also demons. Their appearance created the distinction of heaven and hell.

“And with the split of heaven and earth, there were intercessors, the shamans, to communicate between the gods and men. As for sacrifice, there were all the rituals.

Yu Xuan said, looking up and then back down at the Sage of Righteousness, “After the Sage of Rites severed heaven and earth, it naturally ceased. Some branches that spread, actually did not cease. In the secular world, there were the ritual officers in the dynasties, as well as the astronomical bureaus, and also the yin-yang and five-elements experts.”

Chen Ping’an temporarily closed the gate, placing the tide into a “well.”

Bai Jing returned home. She sat in her sun, dividing the energy and condensing them into orbs. And then, she dumped them onto jade plates, making a tinkling sound. All of these were making her sleepy. It was better to look to the future: she and Xiao Mo could be Heavenly Heroes!

Well, Xiao Mo could be a candidate.

If the worlds were all simple like the Wildlands, she would just slice the other competitors.

Yu Xuan looked at Bai Jing, with a headache. How could that mountain have such an uninhibited woman. Yu Xuan continued, “And there was a woman cultivator, instead of trying to climb in cultivation, she gathered and edited all books, compiling the laws of lightning, water, and fire. She evolved ten paths, that were all at least a side path to godhood.

“As for the head swordsman. He’s weird, too weird. There were many swords, high quality, great talent, fast. The personality was trash. Everything had to be the best.

“He wasn’t the first swordsman. He was rootless, and bad-tempered, always alone. There was no consensus on his identity. Some say he was self taught, while others say he was lucky to get multiple inheritances.”

Yu Xuan joked, “This swordsman and the greatest swordsman are like 曹慈 and Chen Ping’an now.”

Within a quarter of the last one, the next wave.

Bai Jing smirked, but she knew Chen Shan-master was being diligent.

Yu Xuan and Lu Yang looked at each other and smiled.

She suddenly stood up. “Shan Master, let’s get to work!”

Chen Ping’an opened the gate, and used the energy to hone his swords.

Suddenly, many lights streaked out from the skies, far from the Sage of Rites, straight for Cage of the Sparrow Heaven.

The people in the Wildlands was secretly attacking them.

Bai Jing, only wanting to make money, was to get the “itching” attacks. However, when Xiao Mo appeared, she yelled, “Impudent!” A sword streaked out and created dozens of swords, that created hundreds of swords. The most important thing, was that each division didn’t lose quality of the main sword.

Bai Jing asked, “Xiao Mo, how is my net swordsmanship?”

Xiao Mo watched the destruction of the spells, in silence.

Afterwards, two waves of more attacks were defended by Bai Jing. They didn’t even get near 1000 miles.

Yu Xuan was shocked.

喜烛, said he and Bai Jing were妖 swordfighters from ten thousand years ago. Bai Ze called them from sleep, and they would not be involved in any fighting.

Yu Xuan, had some idea of what a ascendant sword fighter could do. But was Bai Jing too strong?

Lü Yan said, “Nature has things that counter things. If Bai Jing was in Wildlands, there would not be any need for my trip to Grand Desolation.”

Yu Xuan smiled.

The old immortal looked down, finding the attackers.

Bai Jing asked, “Xiao Mo, Bai Ze didn’t do anything? And he’s not angry.”

Xiao Mo said, “Letting the two lands smash together, is针对 aimed at the Sage of Rites. Has nothing to do with Bai Ze.”

Another wave of attacks,鄭居中 paid no attention.

Li Xi-sheng was calculating. “Stop!”

Bai Jing rolled her eyes, and reluctantly recalled her swords.

Xiao Mo, Yu Xuan, and Lü Yan tried to destroy the swords, but it was too late.

鄭居中 moved to collect the talismans. They shrank and swirled in his hands.周密’s apprentice, was very dedicated.

Xiao Mo looked to Chen Ping’an.

Chen Ping’an said it was alright.

Bai Jing looked to Xiao Mo.

She had messed up. In a fight, she should have cared about the fine details.

Xiao Mo said, “Remember for next time.”

Bai Jing nodded. “Xiao Mo, you’re good.”

Xiao Mo wanted to say to his master to not be so nice to her.

Standing at the top of the pavilion, Zheng Juzhong destroyed the talismans, without any loss. He smiled. “Looks like Zhou Qinggao’s talisman. His number 1 fan.”