"Xiao Haotian has secluded himself again."
"It's been a long time since I smelled the aroma of that Ancient Demon Flesh."
"Indeed, such a wonderful aroma. Who knew that the Ancient Demon could be such a delicious ingredient? If all chefs had Xiao Haotian's skills, hunting Ancient Demons might become a spontaneous act, eating them clean!"
In the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion, many birds, celestial cranes, and spiritual deer whispered in conversation.
In the center of the pavilion, a young boy sat, surrounded by gray, misty law chains.
These law chains were not a single law, but a blend of many, time, space, the Five Paths, all intertwined, gathering divine light, turning into a cloudy gray, yet concealing a radiant feeling.
"Pavilion Master, what do you think?"
In the starry river atop the pavilion, four figures shimmering with divine light gazed at the secluded boy below, asked softly.
