"We'll get on the roofs, and lightning will strike!"
"If Chu Qing gets on the roofs, why doesn't lightning strike him?"
"Why?"
Second Generation Bi Luo and the Moon God were no longer calm either.
What unsettled them even more was this:
The route Chu Qing took was not the route through the palace where they were trapped at all; it was a straight line.
An Otherkind wore a grave expression. "He endured the Earth Fire, Wind Water millstone alone. He must have gained this secret realm's recognition!"
"Then it granted him privileges!"
"It may even have given him guidance, sending him to undergo the final trial and ultimately—take control of this secret realm."
The moment those words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
Second Generation Bi Luo and the Moon God exchanged a glance, a strange light flashing through their eyes.
"Could everything Chu Qing said have been true?"
"Could this secret realm really be his friend's residence?"
"But... every secret realm takes at least ten thousand years to form!"
"How could Chu Qing possibly know someone from ten thousand years ago?"
"Just... who is he?"
"Who is his friend?"
At that moment, Second Generation Bi Luo and the Moon God were at a loss.
Chu Qing passed through layer after layer of buildings, crossed pavilion after pavilion, and went through garden after garden.
The residence was far too vast. As he raced along, he kept surveying his surroundings.
He felt that this residence was even larger than the Imperial Capital of Great Qian.
"Liuli lived in a place this big?"
"Or was it... prepared especially for me?"
He saw armories, carriage shops, clothing stores, apothecaries, taverns, and countless other buildings.
Yet all these buildings were brand-new, without the slightest trace of use.
"This isn't a residence. It's an Imperial