A white-robed figure walked out of a well-known establishment, strolling into the bustling streets of a grand city.
"Two Late Immortal Grade Spatial Talismans… One Late Immortal Grade Offensive Talisman… One Late Immortal Grade Defensive Talisman and a few more Quarter-Century Million Kilometer Messaging Talisman for more contacts… and a hand-drawn map of the Southwest Fire Phoenix Prefecture and the Zyrus Family Prefecture that's around ten thousand years old to traverse. Hmm,… not quite up to date, but this will do. What else do I need…?"
"Uhm… I'm not sure, master." A melodious voice resounded within that black-robed person's soul sea.
"You have me with you, so little harm would befall you, master." A similar voice resounded.
"Ahaha. You're right about that, my sweet little Nadias."
