For those Summoners who did not know the Chinese characters on the bamboo slips, even if the answer was placed in front of them, they would not know what was written if they wanted to merge with this realm Pearl.
For Xia Pingan, it was too easy to integrate with this realm Pearl.
Xia Pingan put down the bamboo slips and walked out of the grass house happily.
The sun was shining brightly outside the house. It was autumn. Outside the thatched house was a simple and crude courtyard surrounded by a fence. The surrounding environment was not bad. It was a small village with smoke curling up from the kitchen chimneys. Other than the fact that the house was a little poor and simple, it was not too bad.
In the distance, he could see fields and a small hill. Xia Pingan left the village and ran directly to the foot of the hill. He heard the faint chirping of cicadas.
