Forging a New Landscape

Several days later, Zhou Qing and Long Aotian took a private plane to the capital, where they were picked up by an unremarkable black sedan and brought to a heavily guarded building in the city center.

On the surface, this place was a certain policy research institute; in truth, it was the headquarters of the Bureau of Civil Investigation.

Inside the conference room, the atmosphere was solemn.

Quite a few people were already seated on both sides of the long table. Chen Ke sat to one side of the main seat, his expression grave.

Beside him was an elder in an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, his face lean, his gaze deep.

His aura was as profound as the sea, and he actually possessed mid-stage Qi Refining to Godhood cultivation. Clearly, he was the Bureau of Civil Investigation's pillar that steadied the seas.

On the other side sat all kinds of cultivators.

There was an old Daoist in an apricot-yellow Daoist robe, wearing a Primordial Realm scarf. He came from Longhu Mountain, had perfected Refining Essence into Qi, and his aura was pure and orthodox.

There was a gaunt old monk in a patchwork robe, prayer beads in hand. He came from Shaolin Back Mountain Bodhidharma Cave, had likewise perfected Refining Essence into Qi, and bore a solemn, dignified presence.

There was an old woman dressed in Miao Border attire, her aura soft and sinister, from the Southwest Witchcraft and Gu Lineage.

There were even two middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes, but with eyes as sharp as hawks, who came from an ancient martial arts family with an old inheritance.

These were all representative figures within Huaxia Xuanmen, either with orderly lineages or formidable strength.

With spiritual energy reviving and demons gradually rising, they had also felt the pressure and