Fan Chamber.
Early in the morning, Chen Mu headed straight for Fan Chamber.
The Heaven-Reaching Light Pillar last night had caused an enormous stir, and he was extremely curious about what had happened.
When he arrived at Fan Chamber, he discovered that he was far from the only one interested in the matter.
The sky had only just brightened, yet Fan Chamber was already packed to the rafters. Even Xu Gui, who had always lingered in the tender lands, had risen early and claimed his usual window seat.
"Old Lu Gong has lost his mind." Xu Gui muttered, shaking his head with a sigh.
"That pillar of light last night was the City Lord's doing?" Chen Mu sat across from him.
"Who else could it have been?" Xu Gui curled his lip.
"At his age, wouldn't it be better to serve as City Lord peacefully and enjoy his twilight years? Why meddle in this mess?"
"Perhaps City Lord Lu was an old steed in the stable, still aspiring to gallop a thousand miles. Maybe he wanted to wield two Divine Weapons." Chen Mu shrugged, speaking as though it were nothing unusual.
He had seen too many Qi Refining cultivators live for the Dao and die for the Dao. Lofty ambitions did not discriminate by age.
"With those old arms and legs of his, he still wanted to control two Divine Weapons?"
"Was he tired of dying too slowly?" Xu Gui rolled his eyes.
What did that mean?
Was there more to this?
Chen Mu became interested.
Xu Gui gestured with his chin toward the people in the distance enthusiastically discussing Divine Weapons, then snorted. "Every last one of them talks about the vast Divine Abilities of Divine Weapons. Why don't they mention how those things burn through lives like kindling?"