"Why do all the astrologers of the Directorate of Celestials carry writing brushes, ink, and paper with them?" Miao Youfang asked li lingsu in a low voice.
Along the way, they found that the white-robed warlocks carried paper and soft brush with them, as if they would write a long story if they didn't agree.
"Warlocks are easier to learn," li lingsu muttered to herself.
Miao Youfang came to a sudden realization. I see. I'm really ashamed. I only know how to write my own name.
As they spoke, they arrived at the seventh floor.
"This floor is where all the gold cultivators gather, and the Directorate of Celestials" pill room is here." Let's hurry and leave."
Seeing her Junior sister's apprehensive look, li lingsu asked curiously, "
"This is the Imperial astronomer's forbidden area?"
"The process is confidential?" he said with a look of realization.
"No!"
