A day later, Cao Heng left his residence and took a black token from his robes. This was the pass token Wang Hezheng had given him.
With this token, he could freely enter and leave any area of the Wang Clan.
Holding the token, he slowly made his way toward the Essence Chamber. Along the way, every Wang Clan member he encountered stepped aside upon seeing it. Not a single person came forward to stop him. Clearly, Wang Hezheng had already informed the clan members and tacitly permitted Cao Heng to move freely within the Wang Clan.
At this moment, Wang Yue was immersed in cultivation inside the Essence Chamber.
Fourteen strands of Blood Qi surged through his body like fourteen crimson little snakes, winding through his meridians. With every circulation, his Blood Qi grew more condensed, drawing ever closer to the threshold of the fifteenth strand.
The dense essence in the chamber was continuously drawn into his body and transformed into energy that supported the circulation of his Blood Qi. The entire process was smooth and steady.
"Creak."
The chamber door was gently pushed open. Wang Yue assumed it was Wang Daoling or another clan member and did not stop cultivating.
Yet after the words fell, there was no response.
An unfamiliar aura slowly approached, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible pressure. Wang Yue's Blood Qi instinctively stalled for an instant. He abruptly opened his eyes and looked up, only to see the richly dressed man he had encountered at the city gate standing in the center of the chamber. The man idly toyed with the black token in his hand as he examined the chamber with interest.
Wang Yue's pupils contracted slightly. The fourteen strands of Blood Qi in his body instantly tightened, and his right hand rose instinctively.