"Do you know anyone else with professions similar to the Paper Makers? And has anyone ever mastered their ultimate arts to the extent you have?"
Chu He, Gao Liceng, Qi Chaoyu, and Yumizakura strolled slowly down the street.
In the distance, a long line of red fire trucks sped down the road, one after another. It was quite a spectacle. This was a wealthy district, after all; any major incident here was bound to cause a huge stir.
Watching the red fire trucks race by, with their piercing, urgent sirens wailing, Gao Liceng's face twisted into a disdainful sneer. "I do know one person.
"I don't know the extent of his abilities, but I have a feeling he's no ordinary man.
"Once, when I was on a break, the old man took a job.
"He had to deliver some finished Papermen and other items to a cemetery. There was a Tomb Guardian there—I met him once.
"As for whether anyone has mastered the ultimate Secret Technique of the Paper Makers to my level, I have no idea.
