"It looks like this is the real information that Third Saint wanted to give us. The accounts on top of it were just for pretend." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal suddenly got a little excited.
Whether it was him or Wang Ling, both of them had experienced Mo Immortal Castle's foolproof way of doing things. However, to err was human; even with cultivators, no matter how meticulous their thinking was, they could still make mistakes.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal flipped the bag and poured out its contents. Apart from a gray notebook, there was also a glass bottle filled with a black-colored liquid.
