Inside Juyi Hall, Li Huowang re-examined the Great Thousand Record in his hand, his fingers gently stroking its surface. With the book hanging at his waist once more, Li Huowang felt a sense of peace return to his heart.
Although using the Great Thousand Record cost him dearly every time, it always proved invaluable in critical moments. After all, no matter how much he suffered, it was still better than being dead.
"Little Daoist Master! Little Daoist Master! You're practically the Lv Family's living ancestor! If you hadn't helped, our whole family would have been wiped out here!"
"Before, I must have been possessed to actually run away! I... I deserve a beating! I really deserve a beating!" Looking like a refugee, Top Scholar Lv didn't hesitate to raise his filthy palm and smack himself hard across the face.
"Alright, that's enough. Are your people all okay?"
