The True Self

Zou Wenbao, who had rushed into the grand hall, nearly collapsed to the ground. He truly feared he would die at that man's hands.

The expected attack never came.

Instead, the Eldest Lady seated high in the principal seat, clad in a feathered rainbow robe, revealed a smile and even made a gesture of invitation. She seemed unsurprised by this person's arrival.

Even if she had been somewhat surprised, it had turned into ripples brushed by a breeze and faint warmth within those spring-water eyes.

Below the immense hall.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators who had gathered around slowly withdrew at the signal from above.

As one of the organization's branch headquarters, this place clearly possessed considerable strength.

Even the cultivators guarding the painted barge were at Foundation Establishment or above.

Not to mention those obscure auras, restrained without being released. It seemed that if the cultivator in black, gold, and red robes made the slightest suspicious move, spells and divine abilities would pour down like mercury spilling across the ground, washing away every last scrap of his flesh and blood.

Xu Sanniang, holding the case, also sensed the malice around them.

Especially since an old acquaintance was waiting for them.

A man and a woman removed their bamboo hats.

Tu Shan Jun glanced sidelong at Sanniang beside him but said nothing.

Instead, Sanniang stepped in front of Tu Shan Jun and said with a smile, "Brother Tu Shan, since they have extended such a gracious invitation, we should not be coy and hesitant. Let us take our seats."

With that, she took the lead.

The broad stone staircase was not traversed quickly by the two figures, yet in the blink of an eye, they had reached the mountainside.

It was as though every step they took could shrink the earth