"Hmm... It's a pity that such fine copper plates, which survived countless years without decaying, have been ruined by the carvings of this group of idiotic Ancient Immortals.
"Their little bits of knowledge are truly not worthy of such good copper plates.
"Take the copper plates to the warehouse, anyone who needs them can take them as they please."
White Tail looked slightly disappointed.
Such promising-looking documents, yet they turned out to be useless?
It bestowed a fox's disdain upon this pile of copper plates... all just decorative pillows!
...
A day passed in a rush.
At the square, twilight fell.
Zhang Qiren was already kneeling on the ground, his face pale, blood flowing from his seven orifices.
The flesh tendrils of the Ancient Immortal withdrew from his ear, retracting back to the high bronze platform.
"Sigh, you were considered a fairly competent human, but alas, still a waste.
"Just this little bit of knowledge and you can't handle it?
