Perhaps it was just a normal work adjustment, Yan Qing thought.
While Cheng Lingshuang was reading a novel and getting into it, the house's three regular visitors—Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan, and Qingque—arrived together.
"Master Lingshuang, we received this invitation letter. What do you think?"
Hmph.
"Go if you want to go, don't go if you don't want to. Don't ask me anything else. More than five hundred years have passed there since I left, how would I know what they've experienced?"
"Uh..."
Jing Yuan smiled wryly, rubbed his nose, and sat down on the stone stool next to Cheng Lingshuang.
It wasn't that he really wanted to be this annoying, as if he had to come to Cheng Lingshuang for every little thing.
It was simply that he was all too aware of how terrifying the Alliance written on the invitation letter was.
Cheng Lingshuang hadn't actively disclosed information about her hometown, but she hadn't deliberately hidden anything either. Furthermore, the Xianzhou Alliance had contacted three demigods: Cheng Lingshuang, Ninti, and Amon. The information they obtained was relatively comprehensive. Connecting the dots slightly, it wasn't hard to guess that this was a terrifying civilization that had nurtured two demigods, and possibly even three.
It was impossible to understand what kind of civilization could possess such terrifying foundation.
Before the demigods appeared in the world, interstellar society never imagined there was such a powerful tier above the Pathstriders. One could only say that the universe was vast, and interstellar society was merely a corner of it, representing nothing. Perhaps the common sense they knew, viewed from a higher perspective, was nothing more than being narrow-minded and ignorant. It was fine to simply accept this reality.
In short, the Xianzhou was one of the very few forces that could glimpse the terrifying