Chen Lin appeared at the edge of the lake, immediately assumed a defensive stance, and swiftly surveyed his surroundings.
Then he noticed someone wearing a cyan mask standing nearby, holding a disc-shaped object that gave off a soft glow.
He was just about to speak.
The space beside him rippled, and another figure appeared.
It was a scrawny young man in hemp clothing, his face waxy yellow as though he had suffered from a prolonged illness. The energy fluctuations around him waxed and waned, yet Chen Lin vaguely sensed danger.
That meant this man was no weakling.
A moment later.
The void shuddered repeatedly.
Four figures appeared in succession. Each time one appeared, the disc in the masked man's hand brightened.
They waited a while.
Once no more figures emerged, the masked man smiled and nodded.
"You arrived quickly. You all came straight from the trading convention, I assume? Allow me to introduce myself. I am an attendant of the Azure-Crested Heavenly Palace, responsible for commanding this mission. You may call me Cyan-Faced."
With that, he took out a Qingxuan Token and displayed it.
"Greetings, Lord Qianshian!"
Everyone offered their greetings.
Chen Lin did the same.
Since the man had been chosen to command them, even if he was not the strongest, he certainly had some exceptional qualities. He could not be underestimated.
"Mm."
Cyan-Faced accepted their greetings without ceremony.
He nodded slightly. "This mission has ten designated participants in total. Including me, only seven are here so far. We need to wait a little longer. We will depart in six months."
"Six months?"
A woman in a black skirt furrowed her brows.
"After such a long time, will that bizarre marquis still be in the same place? Or do we not know his location and have to find him