Ten minutes ago, the morning of Dongxia.
An ancient estate.
The old man sipping enamel mug listened to the sound from the radio, brushing his teeth and washing leisurely. After putting down the things in his hands, he looked at the courtyard, suddenly silent for a long time.
He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number, bluntly saying, "Shou Jing, bring me a document."
"...So sudden?" The person on the other end of the line was taken aback, "Which one do you want, Master?"
"Let me think."
Guo ShouQue pondered for a moment, then asked, "In Ji Xia's collection, I remember there's a "TaiBai Yin Scripture"'s "Ji Chouyou Text", right? I need it urgently, still owe a favor."
"Alright."
