Along the shore of the island made of reeds, Li Huowang stood, holding the blood-red, foul-smelling bamboo slip.0

Meanwhile, the others stood nearby with pale faces, huddled together as they looked at him. They had not yet recovered from the shock they had just experienced.0

Li Huowang’s expression was conflicted. 0

He could simply toss this nauseating bamboo slip into the muddy lake, never allowing it to see the light of day again.2

This seemed like an excellent choice. No matter who wrote this bamboo slip, Ba-Hui’s powers were not borrowed so easily, and leaving it in this world would only bring endless suffering to others.0

However, after pondering for a long time, Li Huowang placed the blood-stained bamboo slip inside his clothes.0

While the...0