That was why a hundred years ago, wondrous pen had successfully broken the shackles of his state of mind and become a Saint.
As for Mr. Wondrous pen, he was immersed in power and could not free himself.
"Second brother, you should wake up."
This sigh was like the evening drum and morning Bell, heavily shaking Mr. Xuanmiao's heart.
Embarrassment, frustration, regret, and all kinds of other emotions welled up in his heart. He looked into Mr. Wittily's eyes and felt a moment of frustration, as if he had once felt ashamed of his lack of progress in cultivation all these years.
However, in just a short while, power and fame had incited the greed in his heart, making him unable to completely wake up, and he was still somewhat dissatisfied.
"Even if we don't want the God destroying technique, our East Qin family's treasure can't just be left outside, right?"
He looked at song qingxiao indignantly.
"She took the taihao heavenly book from the body of the No-me."
