Three days later, Wang Chen took up residence in the Seven Star Pavilion at Zhensha Pass.
Before that, he had temporarily entrusted the affairs of the Upper Xun Celestial Master Pavilion to Xi Wanhai, the head of the Xi Family.
Daying City had eight Heavenly Master Pavilions, named after the eight poles of Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui. They guarded the array eyes of the City Protection Array, and each therefore required a Purple Mansion cultivator to oversee it.
Should Daying City come under attack from a powerful enemy, all eight arrays could be activated to defend the central hub. Even a Nascent Soul True Immortal in person could be held at bay.
Under normal circumstances, when Wang Chen, as Protector Heavenly Master, was taking his rotation at Zhensha Pass, the Upper Xun Celestial Master Pavilion should have been placed under the supervision of its manager, Wu Jingwei.
But how could Wang Chen possibly hand authority to someone harboring ulterior motives?
Xi Wanhai naturally became the best choice.
This Purple Mansion cultivator was old and shrewd as a fox. Though he lacked much ambition, guarding a Heavenly Master Pavilion was no problem for him.
Wang Chen could rest assured.
Standing on the highest floor of the Seven Star Pavilion, Wang Chen gazed out at the boundless Gobi Desert in the distance.
Dusk was approaching. The sun was about to sink below the horizon, and the evening clouds at the edge of the sky blazed beneath the setting rays as if fire were raging across them. The desolate Gobi seemed draped in a cloak of gold.
Magnificent, yet bleak!
Wang Chen looked as far as he could, yet did not spot a single animal.
Much less a person.
Yet it was said that if the corpses fallen