Chapter 527 (1/2)



527 A true God.4

Gongyang su nodded and continued, ”

“In addition, if the people closest to young master Xu, such as his parents, had their traces of existence erased, would young master Xu feel that he had jumped out of a rock? Would other people think that young master Xu was born from a rock?

“Even a technique to hide from the heavens has to follow the laws of heaven and earth and the principles of the great Dao. If it’s the person closest to them, they’ll leave a vague concept in their minds, but they won’t be able to remember the corresponding details.”

No wonder Wei Yuan said that he always forgot about the first director. Only when he recalled the information from the Directorate of Celestials would he remember the first director from the fragments of history!

“You know a lot,” Xu Qi ‘an said.

Gongyang su laughed with a clear conscience,”It’s not that I know a lot, but that’s all my bloodline knows. Since we’ve come to this point, I’ll tell you some more secrets about the Warlock system.

“The first and second ranks of warlocks are very mysterious. Even my ancestor doesn’t know the names of these two ranks or the corresponding means.”

“Thank you for the reminder,” Xu Qi ‘an nodded slowly.

After the conversation ended, Xu Qi ‘an slowly walked toward Zhong Li, who was by the stream. She was cleaning her wound and constantly wiping her swollen and bloodshot leg with a brown ointment.

When the swelling in her legs had subsided a little, she took out two wooden sticks that she had prepared and tore off a piece of cloth, intending to set her bones.

Xu Qi ‘an suddenly shouted from behind her.

Zhong Li shivered in fear, and a wooden stick slipped out of her hand, floating away along the stream.

Xu Qi ‘an put his hands on his waist and looked at him proudly.

“You …”

Zhong Li was a little angry, she gritted her teeth and mumbled, “”I won’t go back to find you next time.”

“Alright, alright, what’s there to pity about a broken stick? When we return to the capital, I’ll give you a silver rod.”

Xu Qi ‘an pulled her up and carried the unlucky fifth Senior Sister on his back. He said loudly, “”Daoist priest, it’s time to go back to the capital.”

After a while, the flying sword and the paper crane flew away with the wind, scuttling into the sky and disappearing.

With his back to the setting sun, Xu Qi ‘an held Zhong Li’s perky butt with both hands and sang loudly.

The members of the Hou Tu gang raised their heads and watched the experts leave, their hearts shaking.

“The light of the righteous path, shine on the great banner …” A high-pitched voice was heard from afar.

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In the afterglow of the setting sun, the members of the Hou Tu gang rushed to the city gate of Xiang city. There was only a quarter of an hour left before the city gate closed.