Inside a teahouse in Xiangshui Town.
Chen Lin picked up his tea bowl and took a sip, then extended his right hand.
In his palm, a wisp of black qi writhed incessantly, seemingly trying to break free, yet unable to escape its restraints.
After studying it closely for a while, Chen Lin shook his head. A red light flashed over his hand, and the black qi turned into a wisp of black smoke.
This wisp of black qi had latched onto him after he killed that Divine Child. He had no idea what it was. It seemed almost alive, constantly trying to eat away at his divine soul.
But it was so weak that he had easily forced it into his palm. He had studied it throughout the journey without managing to make sense of it, so he could only destroy it.
Although he had destroyed it easily, Chen Lin still grew wary.
Things like this that could possess people were what he loathed most, yet he kept encountering them.
There was nothing he could do about it.
The sky had cleared. Chen Lin drained his tea, tossed down a sliver of silver, and left the teahouse.
His current location fell under the jurisdiction of a city called Lanmu City. Its lord reportedly had cultivation at foundation establishment perfection, commanded countless powerful subordinates, and controlled a medium spiritual vein.
Among the many factions that had emerged after Han Country fractured, it was one of the strongest.
He had originally intended to stay here for a while and observe the situation, but the existence of that bizarre Divine Child made him abandon the idea. He decided to leave immediately and put as much distance between them as possible.
Half a month later.
The Jinshui River.
Amid shimmering ripples, a wooden boat