Outside the Wang Clan's Ancestral Residence, the atmosphere had congealed into something cold and oppressive. Zhuo Chaosheng instinctively called out, "Old Diviner, you..."
Before he could finish, Number Sage waved a hand. "I'll inform them of Wu Daoming's matter as soon as possible."
He turned around, his back bleak and lonely, and step by step entered the gate that had been weathered by the ravages of time.
"Sigh, the Jiangdong Wang Clan is always so mysterious and superstitious." Zhuo Chaosheng stood there blankly for a moment before letting out a sigh.
Meng Qi knitted his brows slightly, his thoughts surging. The Wang Clan's waters run even deeper than I imagined.
With a bang, the Wang Clan's gate closed. Sunlight filtered through the green trees, scattering dazzling golden patches across the ground and creating a peculiar sense of afternoon serenity. Meng Qi and Zhuo Chaosheng stood silently for a while, each lost in thought, before leaving separately.
When he returned to Luocheng and entered their hiding place, the first person Meng Qi saw was Su Wuming in his azure robe, his entire being carrying a strange, hollow feeling. He had finally reached Luocheng.
"Hm..." Meng Qi had just been about to greet him when he suddenly gave a soft cry inwardly. Su Wuming's heavenly secrets were no longer quite so chaotic; faint traces could now be followed. This was unlike Meng Qi's own state, which was disguised through the Cause of All Fruits.
That chaos came from the trait of "being a stranger in a foreign land," something that did not belong to the Middle Ages Era. The change in Su Wuming's heavenly secrets showed that he had already found his previous life and left behind a certain mark, forming a clear connection with the Middle Ages Era.
*As expected of