Black Stone Forest.
Chen Lin floated in midair, gazing at the landscape in the distance.
It was a black mountain range, its peaks all pitch-black and rising straight up and down like a vast forest.
That was how it had earned its name.
He did not enter right away.
Chen Lin first circled the landscape, then waited for cultivators to appear.
"Fellow Daoists, please wait."
Before long, three cultivators flew out from within: two at the true realm and one at eternal perfection.
"What do you want?"
The man at eternal perfection looked warily at Chen Lin.
"Please don't misunderstand, fellow Daoist. I only want to ask for some information."
Chen Lin offered an explanation.
Then he took out a bottle of spirit liquid, wrapped it in mana, and sent it over.
With a smile, he said, "A small gift to show my appreciation. I hope you won't disdain it."
The man caught the spirit liquid.
He examined it.
His expression softened despite himself.
"What would you like to ask?"
"Nothing major. I've only just arrived, and I heard this place is quite chaotic, so I wanted to learn a little about the situation."
The man looked Chen Lin over.
"You heard correctly. Black Stone Forest is indeed rather chaotic. But your aura is hard to fathom, fellow Daoist, so you should be quite strong. As long as you're careful, you shouldn't face too much danger."
"Is there a Qin Lineage here? I believe its patriarch is called Qin Wanggu."
Chen Lin asked another question.
"There is."
The man hesitated briefly, but still answered truthfully.
Then he added, "The Qin Lineage is a major lineage. I can't tell you too much, lest I offend someone. If you want to know more, enter the market in the center of Black Stone