Trafford's Trading Club

“I don’t know how many times more you can resurrect.” The mysterious person shook his head, said calmly: “From the current situation, not knowing your limits, I should be at a disadvantage.”

Song Haoran showed a cold smile.

The mysterious person with the Bronze Mask at this moment calmly said: “Moreover, I don’t want to keep wasting time on you… next, I have some important matters to handle.”

“These strange mists… you created them, didn’t you?”

Song Haoran’s arms continued burning—in spite of the opponent having lowered their hands, no longer actively attacking, he didn’t relax his vigilance… after all, he’d died over a hundred times.

The Bronze Masked person calmly said at this moment: “I admit you have the qualification to continue living, after all, this resurrection ability seems particularly excellent… in terms of species, one could say you’re an individual qualified to exist. Treasure this gift bestowed by the heavens.”

The mysterious figure slowly blended into the dense mist.

“What exactly is your purpose?” Song Haoran asked solemnly towards the mist.

However, he didn’t receive any response for a long time, but just as he was about to give up, the mysterious person’s low voice echoed around.

“Simply to create a better environment… a world suitable for Transcendent existence.”

After this voice sounded, the surroundings returned to a quiet state.

Song Haoran sighed, calming the flames on his arms, then slumped down to the ground—his stamina actually had reached its limit, now he didn’t want to move an inch.

Yet at this moment, something dropped in front of Song Haoran, with a slap landed on the soil before him. Song Haoran curiously picked it up, discovering it to be a thread-bound ancient book.

The Great Freedom Technique

Unquestionably, Song Haoran was a very talented, knowledgeable person, especially due to the constant demands for exploration in the past, making him absorb tremendous amounts of knowledge… he comprehended the ancient text on this ancient book.

This seemed to be left by the mysterious person… or perhaps a gift.

“A world more suitable for Transcendent existence?”

Song Haoran casually opened this ancient book, found the content surprisingly abstruse. Song Haoran frowned contemplating, faintly sensed he had a longing for the things the mysterious person mentioned…

“But…”

Song Haoran abruptly lay flat on the ground, “I’m so hungry…”

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In ancient legends, the place where the Dragon God’s child ‘Hope’ dwells is a deep pool, above which cascades a waterfall.

In this chaotic space, Long Xiruo was still somewhat impressed… after all, the guy in front of her found this place without much effort.

Rich negative ions dispersed from the collision of the waterfall and the pool, and Luo Pianqian took a deep breath, stretching her back well.

But Long Xiruo suddenly patted her on the back forcefully before her waist was fully stretched, speaking unkindly: “How many more buttons do you want to pop?”

“Eh eh??” Luo Pianqian blinked, instinctively pulling down the zipper of the jacket Luo Qiu had given her, revealing what was originally hidden, “Not this time, right?”

Long Xiruo painfully covered her forehead… as long as she’s not completely naked, it seems there’s no embarrassment at all, isn’t there?

But Luo Qiu didn’t mind these things, instead looking at the pool in front of him—actually, the sound of the waterfall crashing into the pool was quite loud… even if it wasn’t very majestic, it had some extraordinary momentum.

“Approximately where is it?” Luo Qiu turned around at this moment, only to see Luo Pianqian was zipping up her jacket, making him pause.

He and the lady with butterfly wings’ gazes accidentally met, only to see Luo Pianqian tilt her head curiously, but the motion of zipping up also stopped.

Luo Qiu smiled, then looked away from Luo Pianqian and gazed at Long Xiruo, “Ms. Long?”

Long Xiruo pointed angrily at the pool ahead, “Right below the waterfall, there is a circular boulder. Behind it is a passage.”

Following Long Xiruo’s direction, Luo Qiu focused his gaze, then said shortly after, “The boulder you mentioned, Ms. Long, has already been moved.”

“What about the imprints on the rock? How many are left?” Long Xiruo frowned.

“There should be about three left, while the rest are scattered.”

Long Xiruo nodded: “It’s not the worst situation, with three left, it can be restored… but Hope might not be inside anymore, the key is to bring it back, otherwise repairing the seal will be useless.”