When the morning mist was torn to shreds by the sunlight, Pi Yanlin was lying on top of the broken halves of a stone tablet bearing the characters "Holy Monarch".
His blue cloth tunic was stained with dust, and his hair tips were still crusted with blood droplets from flying stone fragments, yet he insisted on resting both hands behind his head, curling his legs comfortably as if he were lying on his own bamboo couch.
"System," he murmured, his eyes closed as a lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Let's set today's check-in location right here—the ruins of the Holy Monarch Cult's main altar. Is that commemorative enough?"
Chapter 147