Ten years later.
The Chaotic World.
Fang Ning strolled along inside a marketplace, a youth dressed in a long shirt by his side. Behind them, a black dog trailed along carrying a golden book on its back, gasping heavily.
"Lil Gu, I can't believe you guys are still alive," Fang Ning made an offhanded remark, "I thought you were all dead."
The youth in the long shirt gave a slight smile, "It's all thanks to the blessings of the grandmaster and the Ambassador."
"Well, as long as you guys follow the path of benevolence and stop preying upon the weak, your fortunes will certainly stay lucky." Fang Ning said with affected airs.
"The Ambassador is right." Gu Buwei answered in a nonchalant manner.
Fang Ning was not bothered, whether the other listened to him or not; his future had little to do with him.
"That Mortal Monument's whereabouts, are you sure that it's here?" Fang Ning pointed towards a public square in front of them. A glimmer