The ancient, imposing city gates stood wide open behind Neuvillette.
After saying "Please," Neuvillette said no more. He turned and walked into the mansion.
Qian Renxue and Chen Xin exchanged a glance, both seeing the lingering shock in the depths of the other's eyes.
"Phew..."
Chen Xin let out a long breath, a fine sheen of sweat beading on the hand gripping the Seven Kill Sword.
As a Level 97 Peak Douluo, he had never lost his composure like this in his entire life—not even when facing Qian Daoliu.
But just now, the instant that Crystal Ice Dragon Sword took shape, the Seven Kill Sword Intent he had always been so proud of had trembled.
It was the instinctive fear of a Martial Soul.
The submission to a higher level of power.
"Let's go, Uncle Jian."
Having undergone the Angel God Trial, Qian Renxue had a remarkably strong constitution.
She quickly composed herself, once again assuming the poise and grace of a crown prince. Yet her golden eyes were now filled with even greater curiosity about the silver-haired man ahead.
The two of them followed.
Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er trailed behind obediently, unable to stop admiring the new divine weapons in their hands. They could hardly hide the joy in their eyes.
The group crossed the front courtyard.
The layout of the City Lord Mansion was unexpectedly elegant.
There was none of the nouveau riche extravagance of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace. Instead, every corner exuded the fluid, translucent grace of water.
Waterways wound through the gardens, and water flowed around the cups at the banquet.
As soon as they entered the main hall, a delicate fragrance wafted over them.
It wasn't any kind of expensive incense, but a sweet aroma like freshly baked cake, mixed with the scent