When Zuo Dao returned to his small house, what he saw was debris scattered all over the ground, sporadic flames still burning, and cultivators attempting to extinguish the fire.
His entire courtyard had been reduced to ashes in the blaze.
Zuo Dao rushed in abruptly, his Primordial Spirit energy sweeping back and forth as he searched through the wreckage with determination.
"Notes... my notes... and the Four Seas Miscellany..."
The face that Zuo Dao usually kept cold and stern was now filled with panic and anger. Whether it was the notes and Daoist scriptures he painstakingly organized over the days, the miscellany he got from the Four Seas Miscellany, or some of the Zuo Family's leftover classics he carried with him, they were all of immense importance to him.
"Where is it... where exactly is it..."
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When Zhou Bai found Zuo Dao's residence, what he saw was the other party rummaging through the ruins in search of something.
