After turning things over in his mind for a while, Qin He decided to get some sleep.
Ever since leaving Sin City, he had been rushing from place to place, and a faint weariness lingered deep within his soul.
With the great threshold of the saint tier approaching, this might well be the last time Qin He slept in his cultivation journey.
Just as reaching the Divine Bridge meant no longer needing food, transcending the mortal world at the saint tier meant he would never need sleep again.
He slept deeply, without dreams, feeling only the gentle warmth of his soul being nourished.
Qin He had intended to sleep until his soul was fully rested, but things did not go as he wished—the next morning, a faint vibration of runes came from outside his door.
He opened his eyes, gold-and-black patterns flashing briefly in their depths.
"Lord Lin Yan, you have been summoned to the bureau. Please come with me." The clerk outside spoke respectfully, but his tone allowed no refusal. The fluctuations of the runes passed through the wards, just strong enough to carry his words without crossing the boundary by even half a step.
Qin He rose, casually smoothed the creases from his robes, and opened the wards. "May I ask why the bureau has summoned me?"
The clerk lowered his head and replied evenly, "I do not know. I have merely been ordered to summon you. Please accompany me to the bureau, my lord, and do not keep the officials waiting."
Qin He asked no further questions and followed the clerk toward the bureau.
The Divine Court's spiritual energy swirled around him, but it could not suppress the faint, almost imperceptible wariness in his heart.
The moment he stepped into the bureau's main hall, Qin He's heart