“Time Scribe?” Zu An repeated, stunned. He had never heard of such a thing before. “What is that?”0

“Time Scribes are just like cultivators; it's a special kind of profession. Or perhaps they're a certain being’s disciples,” Mi Li explained.2

“What kind of being?” Zu An asked.0

Mi Li shook her head. “I can't talk about them. With your current cultivation, it's better if you don’t hear their name.”2

Zu An rolled his eyes. He was already used to this. Mi Li always talked in riddles. But he knew that there were some especially powerful beings whose names he couldn't speak randomly. If they sensed it and glanced at him, just that look alone could kill him.0

At first, he had still been a bit skeptical of that since he was already quite strong himself, but the Dance Offering to the Universe had called down someone on that level of power, and he'd later met the Necropolis Emperor, proving the truth of the warning.0

Mi Li seemed to have almost sensed his dissatisfaction. After some hesitation, she explained, “For example, that Annihilation...0