Western Continent's Green Pavilion Sect Was Just a Backdrop?

Shen Yeting had to admit, she was quite perceptive. If the Female Emperor wanted to foster ties with the Ten Directions Hall, she could have sought out Shen Yeting, the one in charge, or one of those old men above.

There was more than just Dugu Zhengyuan among those old men. No matter how one looked at it, it should not have fallen to Dugu Feng.

Or, thinking about it another way, why would the Female Emperor invite Dugu Feng alone for tea?

Because he had great authority? Because he was a Return to Void True Lord? Anyone with a brain could tell something was wrong!

The Ten Directions Hall needed someone to watch over it. Since Dugu Feng insisted on going, she had no way to stop him. One look at him told her he was not going out there with any good intentions.

Uncle Prison began packing his belongings, preparing to head south.

The view shifted back to the imperial palace of Dingyang City. Within Heavenly Prosperity Hall, half the ministers had gone down to rest, claiming sore backs and aching waists.

Another two full days passed; six days had gone by within the secret realm.

The accelerated passage of time could also hasten cultivation. Lin Heng had lingered on the upper three floors for a full twelve days, and Jiang Lan, Leng Qiansha, and the others waiting outside had already grown impatient.

After clearing the first two checkpoints of the Ancient Emperor Secret Realm, the ten of them had gained virtually nothing. Less than half the trial time remained. If they delayed any longer, none of them could afford to wait.

Jiang Qian, Su Wanyue, and three other young cultivators left one after another, voluntarily giving up on demanding Lin Heng's opportunities.

"Damn it! Is this trash