Zhang Chen looked surprised at this. He had no friends in the south—why would anyone want to see him?
Still, since the other party had specifically asked for him by name, Zhang Chen felt there was no harm in taking a look.
The clock turned back to one day after Zhang Chen left the capital. Within the Ji Family estate, Ji Feihua was cultivating in the courtyard. The Great Black Dog sat beneath a loquat tree, eyeing the unripe fruit greedily as it pondered when the fruit would finally fall.
Just then, footsteps sounded. Grand Tutor Ji Shen strode over, his expression grave as he arrived beneath the loquat tree where Ji Feihua sat.
"Grandfather, why have you come?" Ji Feihua withdrew her cultivation technique and raised her head to look at the Grand Tutor, her eyes full of astonishment.
Ji Shen said solemnly, "Stop cultivating. News has just come from the royal palace: the Great Tribulation of the Dharma Ending Age has arrived. Twelfth Order experts are no longer tolerated by heaven and earth. Within the next ten-odd years, Annihilation of All Laws will come, and all supernatural power will vanish. No matter how hard you cultivate, one day in the future, you will suddenly be cast down into the mortal world and become an ordinary person."
Ji Shen's expression was grave, his voice filled with dread for the future. This Grand Tutor, who had served three kings of Great Victory, was now full of bewilderment and fear toward what lay ahead. His eyes held a terror Ji Feihua had never seen before. Gone was his former omniscience, that air of having everything firmly in hand.
"Is it true?" Ji Feihua's face drained of color. Her talent was extraordinary, and she had once possessed the potential to become immortal