The sea of clouds was torn apart with brute force as three streaks of light trailed long tails behind them, covering a thousand miles in an instant.
Mountains and rivers whipped past behind them as if in a fleeting glimpse.
Niu Ben glanced at the expressionless girl, holding his tongue for a long while.
In the end, he couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Are we really going to the Lu Family?"
Jiang Yuechu didn't slow down. She only turned her eyes slightly. "You've asked me three times on the way here. If you have something to say, just say it."
Niu Ben shrank his neck and gave an awkward smile. "It's really nothing major. It's just that I've spent many years in the Ten Thousand Demon Marsh, so I've heard a bit about the Lu Family."
"Although they've declined and are no longer as glorious as they were when their ancestor was alive, they're still an Aristocratic Clan that's been rooted in that perilous land for tens of thousands of years."
"To endure in one region as an Aristocratic Clan for so long, they must have something going for them."
Seeing that Jiang Yuechu hadn't interrupted, he gathered his courage and continued. "These days, the Lu Family's greatest strength isn't their resources. It's that they've latched onto Qingcheng Mountain."
Before he could finish speaking,
Wang Ziyu said helplessly, "There's something I forgot to tell you earlier."
Jiang Yuechu turned her head.
Wang Ziyu smiled bitterly. "Qingcheng Mountain isn't an ordinary power. Like my Xuanzhen Grotto-Heaven, it's one of the orthodox lineages of the Twenty-Five Lineages. It has deep roots and is a colossal power even in the Eastern Territory."
At the mention of an orthodox lineage of the Twenty-Five Lineages, Niu Ben's dark face turned a shade paler.
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