Xu Qing didn’t feel anything specific. It was just a palpitating fear that popped up mysteriously in his heart.1

“Over there...” he murmured, vigilance rising within him.0

He had been very seriously injured, so the past few days had been spent solely on recovery. He was now mostly better, so he took out a transmission jade slip and sent a message to find out what had gone on recently, especially as it related to the Supreme Arbiter Immortal Society.0

The person he asked was none other than Sir Bloodsmelter. Xu Qing knew that simply thanking the patriarch would be meaningless. The patriarch had been the first to react when Xu Qing started falling from the 9,000-meter spot on the pillar. Xu Qing wasn’t going to forget that. Nor would he forget all of the medicinal pills the patriarch had given him to aid in his recovery. When people treated him well, even a little bit, Xu Qing committed that to memory. Of course, it was the same with people who treated him poorly.6

Xu Qing received an answer within moments. The patriarch explained everything that happened with the totem, including the story about the suns and moons perishing. He also told Xu Qing the secret about there being more gods than just the broken face in the sky.0

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