Chen Fan stepped out of the royal library and hurried along the corridor, returning to his residence in no time.
Once the door was shut tight, cutting off the disturbances outside, he immediately focused his mind and used the power of his thoughts to connect with Chen Ze.
At that moment, Chen Ze was immersed in the wondrous state of cultivation, Spiritual Energy swirling around him as though he stood within an illusory spiritual realm.
Sensing the stir of Chen Fan's thoughts, he slowly withdrew his cultivation and emerged from that profound state.
"What is so urgent that you called for me?"
Chen Fan did not dare delay in the slightest. He swiftly reported every piece of information he had learned in the imperial palace to Chen Ze, leaving out no detail.
His account was orderly and clear, as though a scroll of palace secrets were slowly unfurling.
After finishing, he added, "Master, in my opinion, the Dagan Emperor seems to be hiding many cards up his sleeve. Should I take any further action on my end?"
Chen Ze raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this, then fell into thought.
After a moment, his voice sounded in Chen Fan's mind. "Not for now. Just continue watching Dagan's every move. Report to me immediately if anything happens."
"Yes, Master."
Having received his instructions, Chen Fan felt somewhat relieved and calmly continued sorting through cultivation technique manuals in his residence.
On Chen Ze's side, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, which rose like wisps of spiritual mist.
He stood to his full height, and a trace of gravity appeared on his formerly resolute face.
For nearly ten days, he had been like an ascetic monk, wholeheartedly cultivating in seclusion without concerning himself with worldly matters.
At last, he had cultivated