That night, Jiang Lianshan arrived at the courtyard where Chu Xuanao was staying.
There was still a trace of blood on him, and the ferocity and bloodlust in his eyes had yet to fade. He had clearly rushed over in haste, the scent of blood still lingering.
"Your Highness, we got an answer. That man was merely an ordinary elder of the Corpse Immortal Sect. They had been ordered to come here to practice Corpse Refining and Source Condensing."
"Using countless corpses of flesh and blood, they refined various types of Corpse Source according to a Secret Method, then sent them to Chen City. That was their mission. They knew nothing else."
"Chen City!" Chu Xuanao stroked the armrest of his chair with one hand, producing a soft scraping sound as a thoughtful look crossed his face.
After a while, he raised his head and said, "We leave for Chen City tomorrow. You two will accompany me. Bring a few people from Mystic Blade Hall as an open cover."
[It's several days late. I've had some matters to deal with these past two days and haven't been writing. This was posted in advance as well. Give the author another two hours to finish writing the twenty-fifth. Please understand, brothers. Don't read it yet.]
[Take a careful look later. The author is running late and still writing. Don't read it yet.]
Inside a secret chamber in the Eastern Palace, dim candlelight shone upon Crown Prince Chu Xuanhao's calm face. His gaze was fixed ahead as he sank into thought. Behind him stood a middle-aged man dressed entirely in black, blending perfectly with the chamber's gloom.
Before the Crown Prince stood a table resembling a sand table. Upon it, sand and earth had been sculpted into the mountains and terrain