Golden Core Ceremony, Visitors from Myriad Manifestations Palace

To Song Changsheng's surprise, Peng Zhenxiong was in no hurry. With his hands behind his back, he said blandly, "Clan Head Song, this is not the place to discuss matters."

Song Changsheng's gaze flickered. Then he suddenly broke into a smile, stepped aside, and said, "Please, Senior Peng."

The two arrived at the main hall. Song Changsheng had tea served, then dismissed the attendants around them. "Senior Peng has personally come despite his busy schedule. This junior is truly flattered. Might there be anything you need this junior to handle?"

"Clan Head Song possesses heaven-bestowed talent. At such a young age, you have already reached the Golden Core Realm; your future is boundless. Yet I wonder—how much do you know about the current situation in Southern Continent?"

"The Song Clan is merely a small clan in the borderlands. Our sights are limited to this little patch of the Great Qi Cultivation World. Southern Continent is far too vast and distant for our clan, and we know very little about it. However, I have heard from several True Persons that Southern Continent seems rather unsettled of late." Song Changsheng did not know why Peng Zhenxiong had brought these matters up, so he could only follow his lead.

"Rather unsettled? It is practically about to turn into a pot of porridge. Because of those half-spoken prophetic words, every demon and ghoul has crawled out of the woodwork. Wanlong's trade routes in distant places have been considerably affected. By comparison, Great Qi and Gusu are still relatively peaceful. The only question is how much longer that peace can last."

In recent years, as those half-spoken prophetic words spread, the situation in Southern Continent had grown increasingly tense. The Wanlong Merchant Association's business had suffered no small blow, and Peng Zhenxiong was troubled by