In the front hall of the Nameless Chamber of Commerce, the aftershocks of the recent disaster had barely settled before the threshold was practically on the verge of being trampled flat.
Wan Qing stood behind the counter, his face as calm as still water.
Nine illusory pills, their surfaces swirling with chaotic Dao rhymes and known as the "Guixu Dao Rhyme Guides," floated before him like nine miniature chaotic stars.
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