After playing with it for a long while, He Lingchuan finally yawned. “It won’t be easy to get you fixed, but I’ll do my best.”

He was about to return the saber to its usual place when a thought struck him. He recalled how Zhong Shengguang’s room looked and how it had been arranged.

On a whim, he hung the saber on the wall above his bed and then lay down.

Then he reached for the divine bone amulet and toyed with it for a while.

That it was connected to Panlong City was beyond doubt, though He Lingchuan had no idea what changes it might bring about, and he honestly could not be bothered to figure it out now.

The thing had saved his life once before, shielding him from Sun Fuping’s true fire, so he had no intention of taking it off.

This night’s sleep was particularly sweet.

When he next opened his eyes, he found himself...