An Invitation

Heavenly Mechanism City.

The Ju Lineage.

As a great aristocratic lineage, it naturally had to place importance on family status.

Beyond the layers of lofty gates, deep amid overlapping peaks, stood a palace.

There were no divine weapons, precious artifacts, cultivation manuals, or secret scriptures within—only rows upon rows of oil lamps.

A faint breeze suddenly stirred, and one of the lamps silently went out without raising even the slightest ripple.

There were many more lamps like it. Most flickered; some blazed brilliantly, while others dimmed. As for those that had gone out, they stood there alone and forlorn.

The Qi Refiner sweeping the hall was dozing off, hugging his broom as he leaned against a pillar.

Unexpectedly, a figure entered the hall.

He was a somewhat aged middle-aged man in a yellow tablet-inscription Dharma robe. His deep eyes stared at an empty bronze lamp before him, one that retained only a trace of warmth.

He reached out and touched the bronze lamp.

It was still warm.

Sorrow filled his eyes. He knew that nothing good would come of his son fooling around with that woman.

Yet he did not know how to persuade him.

As a father, he could not easily bow his head, much less bow his head to his own son.

As the clan head, he had to consider the Lineage's interests. That was what had led to this tragedy.

In truth, he should have acted, no matter whom he acted against.

With the strength of a peak Great True Lord, he was qualified to strike at others.

After a long while.

The young Qi Refiner sleeping against the pillar finally woke. It was the most comfortable sleep he had ever had, better than any sleep in his life.

But for some reason, many people were standing