The interior space of Xuanwu Pavilion was quite large, occupying more than ten mu of land with pavilions, towers, winding corridors, and a layout so complex that one could easily get lost upon entering blindly.
Yan Qing led the way in front, Yan Rong walked shoulder to shoulder with Chen Shi, and Yan Fang, Yan Shuo, and the others followed behind, neatly surrounding him right in the middle.
These people are all within a zhang of me, Chen Shi thought. If I make a move to kill at this moment, can I kill all of them and retreat completely?
That would be difficult.
He had only seen Yan Fang's golden core, which was already at Golden Core Seven Revolutions, yet Yan Fang was clearly not the strongest disciple of the Lei County Yan Family.
The Yan Family's practice of the golden core encompassed Seven Returns, Eight Transformations, and Nine Returns, refining the golden core into a great medicine, and their strength was far beyond what other golden core experts could rival.
Moreover, Yan Fang's cultivation technique was extremely eerie and peculiar, actually capable of splitting up to act and execute spells, growing twelve heads. Chen Shi had never seen nor heard of such a demonic cultivation technique.
My purpose for this trip is not them.
Seeing that Xuanwu Pavilion was heavily guarded, vast in scale, and impossible to scout out or observe the geography of—coupled with the numerous experts and zero chance of victory—he had originally beaten a retreat. At this moment, since Yan Rong had invited him in, he naturally seized the opportunity to take in the scenery within Xuanwu Pavilion.
The center of Xuanwu Pavilion embraced a massive pond, resembling a small lake, which should be the Dragon Rearing Pool.
Branching outward from the Dragon Rearing Pool were