Chen Lin felt his body grow light.
Then he appeared in a simple courtyard.
He quickly scanned his surroundings, and his expression froze in surprise.
It was a small courtyard.
It was quite ordinary, like a farmhouse yard, with flowers, vegetables, and trees planted in it.
Not far to his side, a hale old man held a broom, sweeping up the fallen leaves by the wall, stroke by stroke.
Yet Chen Lin could not sense him.
He could see him with his eyes, but through every other means-Divine Sense, soul, or sound-the old man seemed not to exist.
This must be Sword Saint Situ Nan!
Chen Lin glanced at Jin Ruhua.
But she did not move. She stood quietly where she was, seemingly waiting for something.
Seeing this, he could only follow her example, not daring to act rashly.
"Come in!"
Just then, a slightly resonant voice rang out.
It came from inside the house.
Chen Lin was inwardly surprised.
He glanced at the old man sweeping the yard again.
Looks like I guessed wrong. This man isn't the Sword Saint.
Still, the old man's strength was unfathomable and seemed greater even than Jin Ruhua's. Holy Sword Manor truly harbored hidden dragons and crouching tigers, worthy of being a Hidden Faction that rivaled Yesterday Manor.
"Let's go."
Jin Ruhua spoke softly.
Chen Lin immediately followed her toward the dilapidated house opposite them.
Nothing unusual happened.
The two entered the house, one after the other.
The interior was simple as well.
But it was very clean.
The entrance opened onto a small hall, opposite which was a basic kitchen, with a bedroom on either side.
It was a standard layout for a mortal home.
Jin Ruhua entered the room on the left.
Chen Lin followed her inside.
Then he saw a