After organizing his thoughts, Song Zhiming shouldered his long sword and walked toward Cheng'an Town.
Just as he stepped into the courtyard, Song Zhiming's thoughts were interrupted by a faint pressure. He frowned and looked toward the glowing room: "I wonder what trick this old monster is playing at this time. But it seems Penglai and the White Lotus Cult have no connection. If I could divert the disaster eastward and make two tigers fight, perhaps..."
While Song Zhiming returned to his room, heavy with worries, to tend to his injuries, Old Han's absorption of the runes reached its final moment.
Chapter 38