Xu Ling Grotto-Heaven, Huaxia Pavilion forging room…
"Dharma treasure…" Zhou Shu held the spoils of war he had obtained from the training battlefield in his palm.
More than ten days had passed since the battle.
The Ten Nations were calm. They didn't seem to be affected by what had happened on the training battlefield at all.
In fact, most people didn't know that this world had faced a crisis.
The current Ten Nations, even the war between Great Liang and Great Chu, was in a stalemate. On the surface, the entire world was in a rare period of peace.
Under such peaceful times, there were people moving forward with heavy responsibilities.
Zhou Shu's incarnation, Zhang San, Wang Xuanyi, Diao Moye, and Shi Changsheng had already entered the outside world to investigate the enemy movements.
Once they left, there might not be a chance to meet them again.