Within the vast sea of information in the Tianxuan Mirror, Ling Xiao suddenly updated a dozen of his works, which did not attract much attention from others.
Except for those die-hard fans of Ling Xiao himself.
In this tiny circle of only about a dozen people, the following conversations occurred that day.
"Fellow cultivators, look what I have found: 'The Fairies of Qing and Bai,' 'My Wonderful Journey with the Third Junior Brother,' 'The Lock of Affection'..."
"Eh? All signed by Ling Xiao? Could it be forged under his name?"
"Let me see... Sigh, this style, this potency, and this familiar immersive feeling..."
"And the lifelike illustrations at the end of every chapter."
"Most importantly, the protagonist's taboo-free interactions!"
"Humans, immortals, objects, beasts... These must definitely be Ling Xiao's epitaph!"
"I have read each of Ling Xiao's works hundreds of times. My judgment is, these are definitely authentic works of Ling Xiao!"
