The Crape Myrtle Palace.
After the disciple guarding the gate reported his arrival, Mingyue Shuanghua soon came out to welcome him.
Chen Lin's gaze flickered.
He cupped his hands. "How could I trouble the Palace Master to welcome me personally? I'm overwhelmed by the honor!"
"You're someone I can't afford to provoke now. If I didn't come out to welcome you, I might be afraid you'd wipe out my Crape Myrtle Palace too."
Mingyue Shuanghua spoke with a radiant smile.
Then she invited Chen Lin into the palace.
This time, they did not teleport straight into a room. Instead, they walked through the garden of a courtyard and entered an ornate building.
"Have a seat."
The room was spacious, but no one else was inside. Mingyue Shuanghua casually pulled out a chair and motioned for Chen Lin to sit.
She even brewed a pot of spirit tea herself.
"If you have something to say, Palace Master, please speak freely. This treatment is making me rather uneasy."
Chen Lin did not want too much involvement with her, so he took the initiative to ask.
"It's nothing important."
Mingyue Shuanghua sat beside Chen Lin.
She poured tea into the cup before him and smiled. "It's just been so long since we last met that I've missed you a little and wanted to catch up. After all, you're my descendant. I ought to show some concern for you."
The corner of Chen Lin's mouth twitched.
He did not respond.
Mingyue Shuanghua stopped teasing him.
Her expression turned serious. "The method you used to kill Yu Dahuang wasn't an ordinary divine ability, was it? Could you tell me where it came from?"
"No."
Chen Lin refused without hesitation.
Although he had brought quite a few things out of the Feather Pen scenario, none could