"A blank piece of paper?"
Chen Ku looked at Wu Gui, who held a piece of white paper with a pained and regretful expression. It was three inches wide and seven inches long, bearing no markings—just a clean, white sheet.
However, as soon as he touched it, he immediately received a notification from the Transformation Diagram:
[A City God has used this moldy paper to affect the Diagram Master's Qi Fortune, bringing six days of bad luck, detrimental to the master... Suppressing and killing the moldy paper will yield one stream of First Realm Evil Qi; suppressing and killing the City God will yield one stream of Five Realms Evil Qi.]
Five Realms? Is the City God a True God of the Five Realms?
Chen Ku looked at the notification on the Transformation Diagram and couldn't help but frown.
