Chapter 161 The Zoomorphic Deities of Shamanism

I could not believe it! Chongxi was holding up a book, one that looked freshly-printed and its pages held tightly by string bindings, with its cover facing us; and there were the words, printed clearly even from our distance: the Demigod of the Soaring Sword! My eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. Of all the names for books and stories, I would never have expected to see this title. The style of "the Demigod of the Soaring Sword" belonged to no one else but my father, Murong Hai! Although I had heard him being addressed in this name for one too many times, I never thought I would see a book bearing his name! It must be the reason that prompted Chongxi to begin reading it.