Kong Xianglong quietly left the sword pavilion with the bag of holding.0

The first glimmer of dawn was visible outside as Xu Qing watched him leave. Then he stood there looking into the sky and thinking about the wish box from that mission.4

“The smell of osmanthus flowers,” he murmured. He remembered checking the wish box, and he remembered the faint scent of osmanthus inside. [1]18

Muffled thunder could be heard in the sky; it was the rainy season in the county capital. Before long, heavy rain blocked the rays of the sun, and everything turned gloomy. It gave early risers the strange sensation that evening had already fallen before noon had even come.1

Xu Qing went back into his sword pavilion. Sitting down cross-legged, he settled his thoughts and started meditating.0

His cultivation base was close to the very peak of Gold Core. All he needed was one additional heavenly palace to reach the great circle. After everything he had experienced on the battlefield, that heavenly palace was almost fully materialized. It wouldn’t be long now.2

As for what to put inside of it....0

Xu Qing took a moment to sense The Emperor’s Sword.0

If I can’t think of anything else, then I’ll use The Emperor’s Sword.27

Taking a deep breath, he continued working on breathing...0