The outside world is unlike the Divine Dynasty; without the suppressive omnipresence of the Emperor's Aura, what counts is the genuine Boundary and methods. One must be well-prepared.
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West Mountain Prefecture.
A portly fellow with a sturdy build was standing on an Auspicious Cloud. Although his face bore traces of reluctance, he did not dare to delay his movements.
Although Wushan had verbally clarified the boundaries, when it really came to the crunch, he still knew how to prioritize.
The matter involved the Bodhi Sect, and moreover, there was a probability that it concerned an actual Arhat.
To let a newly promoted Titled General who might have not even started to refine the Imperial Qi Golden Pill bestowed by the Imperial Court handle this was truly a tall order.
"Damn it, daring to meddle with the affairs of the Divine Dynasty, I'll eventually lift off your temple's roof."
Wushan vigorously rubbed his wrist; venting his frustrations with words was all he could do.
