Chen Qing followed the female disciple of the Nine Heavens Vein through layer upon layer of cloud-shrouded pavilions and towers, eventually arriving at a lofty pavilion.
The pavilion was named "Guanyun." Open on all sides, it offered a view from the railing of a churning sea of clouds, mountains dark as ink, and endlessly shifting vistas.
Its interior furnishings were antique yet luxurious.
"Senior Brother Chen, please wait here a moment. Senior Brother Nan will arrive shortly."
The female disciple gave a graceful curtsy, her voice soft and pleasant, then quietly withdrew to stand at the side.
Chen Qing nodded slightly and walked slowly to a rosewood chair, taking a seat. His gaze appeared calm as he admired the sea of clouds outside, but his thoughts raced.
Nan Zhuoran... Why had the man who stood as the Top True Disciple suddenly invited him?
When something was out of the ordinary, there had to be a demon behind it.
The Nine Heavens Vein and the True Martial lineage had never been on good terms. This was common knowledge throughout the sect.
According to the information he had gathered, in recent years, Nan Zhuoran seemed to have focused on his own cultivation and rarely entered the open and covert struggles between the lineages in person.
But this man was certainly no softhearted individual. Back then, Senior Brother Qu He had suffered plenty at his hands. The coldness and ruthlessness of his methods left Qu He wary of him even now.
Chen Qing was currently in the limelight. He had first defeated Zhang Baicheng, then sent Luo Chengxuan reeling with one punch at the Pill Condensation Hall and taken six Spirit Nourishing and Soul Calming Pills. His edge was fully on display.
Was Nan Zhuoran's invitation an attempt at goodwill and recruitment, or...