Mount Yuelu, Xu Xuan awoke from his cultivation.
The first thing he did upon waking up was to lift the mat and remove the Spirit Stone whose glow had dimmed somewhat.
He collected the miscellaneous items back into his new Storage Bag.
Now hanging from his waist were two Storage Bags, one large and one small; the small one had a volume of ten cubic meters, while the large one had thirty cubic meters.
Thirty cubic meters was equivalent to a cube with sides of three point one meters, quite large really, enough to fit ten bodies along with various sundries.
The two Magic Artifacts had also been completely refined.
Rustle! Rustle!
A carrier pigeon entered the Bamboo Forest, carrying a letter.
"Defeat at Laiwu?" Xu Xuan was somewhat surprised to see the content of the letter and the so-called Protectorate Army, immediately understanding the situation.
"Protectorate Army, drinking talisman water, supporting Taoist governance…" Xu Xuan's lips curved into a cold smile.
