When she heard Nanhua Immortal's name, Shi Lan's brows knitted slightly.
She had heard a few things about him from Tong Yuan.
He was another reclusive supreme, well versed in the art of sorcery and known for his strange, uncanny methods.
According to Tong Yuan, Nanhua Immortal had been one of the forces behind the Yellow Turban Rebellion, which had only recently been quelled. Zhang Jiao's abilities had all originated with him.
"What brings you here, senior?"
Even facing a supreme sorcerer, Shi Lan showed no contempt, despite having had her Dao Fruit severed. After asking, she focused her attention and began to brace herself.
People did not visit the Three Treasure Halls without reason. Nanhua Immortal and Tong Yuan were not even casual acquaintances. There had to be more to his sudden arrival.
"What is Tong Yuan to you? And where is he now?"
Nanhua Immortal ignored Shi Lan's question and asked one of his own.
"Gun God has gone out on an errand and entrusted me with guarding the mountain gate. If you have business with him, senior, you may leave a message, and I'll pass it on."
Shi Lan's palm tightened slightly, and her gaze grew colder. The ominous feeling in her heart was gradually proving true.
"Where did he go, exactly? He didn't even take his personal weapon."
Nanhua Immortal fixed his gaze on Shi Lan, talking around her question. His tone had turned somewhat strange.
"If you have no business here, senior, please leave."
Shi Lan had no intention of wasting more time humoring him. A faint ripple stirred in the space behind her.
There was no telling how many powerful beings were secretly eyeing Penglai at that moment. With Nanhua Immortal here, the danger lurking in the shadows only grew greater.
"No need. I'll