Chapter 472 - The Fictional and Repetitive Nature of the Stories

The surface of the Green Sky Mirror had some textured lines, but they were very fine.

And the surface of the finger had some lines as well, but they were even finer.

As such, it didn’t make any noise when the finger caressed the Green Sky Mirror.

The water in the teapot began to boil, giving off a bubbling noise.

The devil blood was as black as ink.

The inky python.

The python bone.

The skull could be placed in the wine.

Jing Jiu figured out who He Zhan’s mother was pretty easily.

There were three figures of high generation in the Water-Moon Nunnery.

Yet, Jing Jiu didn’t care; he let his mind wander about.

In that world, he saw a river, a roofed boat, a stone bridge, a nunnery, and an infant.

“Young Master!” Liu Shisui cried nervously.

Jing Jiu said, “We’re finished here. You can go back now.”

Liu Shisui wondered why Jing Jiu couldn’t share the secret with him.

Liu Shisui replied embarrassingly, “I have never participated in it before; so I’m curious.”

“The Cultivation tournament?” Jing Jiu pressed.

Liu Shisui asked, “Young Master, what else do you need me to do?”

Liu Shisui was somewhat astounded, asking, “When?”

Eight days had passed.

Hearing this, it made his wife feel even odder instead of inspiring relief.

A group of people charged into the manor.

State Duke Lu was in the front of the group.