Solitary Westgate left the Demonic Path small world and returned four days later. He tossed a bloodstained jade slip at Qin Yu. Then, with a darkened expression, he turned and walked away. When he returned to his own dwelling he laid down on his bed and fell into a deep sleep.

This world was too vast and had experienced endless trillions of years. Through the changing of times, countless small and large secrets had been hidden all around, and even supreme beings of the world didn’t dare to look down on them.

This jade slip came from a dangerous zone in the Land of Divinity and Demons. Even with Solitary Westgate’s cultivation, he had paid a considerable price to obtain it.

Especially since he hadn’t yet restored himself to his peak state.

Qin Yu looked over the blood on the jade slip that had yet to dry and instead still maintained a formidable vitality. It was clear that the master of this jade slip had been a tyrannical existence.

Qin Yu was touched by the gesture, but he didn’t say anything. Some things were fine...