It was clear how to operate, and with the twenty-nine Hexagrams converging in the Inner World, divining seemed almost instinctively clear.
If you consider Elder Ge in this regard, with his Boundary Status far below mine and his presence in the world barely notable, it's practically a sure win for me.
I'll look back and discuss this with Camel soon.
Having sent Elder Ge away, Su He circled around Tai'a Mountain, perfectly rode the water waves out of the Taoist Founder's Space, took a grilled fish along with the Ascending Immortal Drum, and headed north.
Far North Forest, Illusory Snow Gate.
Sect Leader Ran Hou, clad in blood-soaked clothes, bore countless lash marks, with two Elders hanging beside him.
Behind them, over a thousand disciples, all hung from solid ice.
Across from them, a sinister old man gnawed on a chicken leg and held a pot of fine tea.
Squandering the peony.
