Qi Yuan took note of the invitation.
But, a demon-slaying convention three hundred years from now?
How could he possibly wait that long?
In three hundred years, the Qing Dynasty probably would have perished, right?
Ignoring it, he logged off at the speed of light.
When the annoying puppet cat started meowing non-stop, this time, Qi Yuan didn't stuff a wooden fish snack into its mouth.
He stood up, patted the puppet cat on the head, and looked out at the beautiful early morning light: "A day's success depends on starting in the morning!"
He pulled himself together, with his gaze falling into his storage bag.
Upon seeing the pile of books and cultivation technique jade slips, his face dropped immediately.
"Even in another world, I still have to work 996!"
At the Heishan Sect, Qi Yuan put in a lot of effort to clear out all the books in the library, as well as the cultivation technique jade slips.
To him, cultivation techniques were the most important things.
