The Ancient Literature Society was never a well-known powerful organization among the people.
Before they could truly ignite a "blazing inferno," they were extinguished by the Deep Sea.
As embers, being able to stubbornly continue burning was already quite difficult.
Retrospectively... can they spark another inferno?
In the courtyard of Xuankong Mountain, Gu Shen was silent for a small moment.
The matter Chu Ling spoke of.
He indeed needs to prepare himself mentally.
Throughout this past year, he has been making similar preparations for this matter... his cultivation realm, the responsibilities he wishes to shoulder, these are not things that can be easily enhanced or undertaken.
"Then..."
Chu Ling saw that Gu Shen was not speaking anymore, so she quietly asked, "A week later, when the list is out... do you want to see it?"
"Yes."
"I definitely do."
Gu Shen's response was without hesitation.
