"This group of Fallen Immortals, they're too brutal!
"The Holy Land Saint Child, the Master of Bright Objects, whom they've kidnapped, how tragic a fate!
"Once they've helped the Fallen Immortals complete the research, surely the Fallen Immortals won't spare their lives."
Bai Mo flipped through the copper plates, seeing the results they researched in their final moments.
"These... these results, are all blood-stained.
"Every stroke is tainted with blood.
"Carrying their painful wails, it's their death knell.
"Such research results... must not be wasted, I need to study them diligently!"
Pa!
Bai Mo slapped the copper plate onto the table, while reading the documents, he picked up a pen and started learning with utmost seriousness.
Before long, after finishing a stack of copper plates, he left behind two pages of notes.
Suddenly Bai Mo heard the sound of a car stopping at the entrance of the great hall.
Swoosh...
