"Bring me all the records of your sects."
"Let me take a look."
Wang Ran had developed a strong interest in this matter. Among the nine foundational nodes he chose when he condensed divinity, one was time. If the chaotic state of the records really had something to do with the laws of time, he might be able to benefit from it.
"Yes, Immortal!"
"I will have my disciples fetch the records right away."
"Thank you, Immortal!"
"..."
The sect leaders thanked Wang Ran with gratitude on their faces.
Wang Ran waved his hand: "All of you, withdraw."
These sect leaders all had white hair, each older than him by a great deal. It was quite draining of his merit for him to be sitting there, accepting the gratitude and even kowtows of such a group of old men and women.
The sect leaders left with good understanding.
The Fairy Drunk was left with only Wang Ran, a cat, and a seemingly invisible Yuan Xiaochun.
