Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

"It's the little fellow from Empress of the East's side."


The older disciple seemed indifferent on the surface but was somewhat surprised at heart, because according to the message Ying Muyao sent to Bailuo, it seemed that she treated Zu Taichu as a close confidant.


But what was this now, another double-crosser?


"Show some respect in your tone, Zu Taichu."


Dumu'an was very dissatisfied with Zu Taichu's attitude. As the weakest among the Seven Crown Emperors, he dared to be so presumptuous in front of his queen. Could it be that he thought Dumu'an was already dead?


"I just have a question I want to ask," Zu Taichu, without regard for anyone else's attitude, walked straight forward, "Wasn't it agreed upon that as long as I joined, I would get to meet the Great Philosopher and then receive answers from him?"


If the real Isefia were here, she would definitely have the ability to answer Zu Taichu's so-called question.


Chapter 392: A Group of 25-Year-Olds (Asking for Monthly Passes)