After Yao Pei and Zhang Yuelu left, Qi Xuansu sat alone in his office, carefully sorting through the many changes of recent days.0

Just as Yao Pei had said, they had finally reached the moment when the dagger was unsheathed and true intentions were revealed.0

Last New Year’s Day, he had encountered Wu Luo. This New Year’s Day, it seemed he would spend it at Wuxing Mountain. Both occasions were unforgettable.0

Time had not exactly flown. In the blink of an eye, two years had passed since his mission to retrieve the Xuan Jade at Fengtai County. Since then, he had been to the Jade Capital, the Western Region, Yishan City, Yunjin Mountain, Cuowenbu, Bohai Prefecture, Jinling Prefecture, Wanxiang Daoist Palace, and the Imperial Capital. He had traveled through 11 of the 19 states, fought in dozens of battles, escaped death many times, survived heavy injuries, and even lost his arm more than once. But his cultivation had climbed steadily, rising three major levels from the Kunlun stage to reach the Xiaoyao stage.0

In two years, he had risen from the seventh rank to the fourth rank. He had grown from a wandering Daoist to a Superintendent of Ziwei Hall. One could hardly...0