Zhou Ping had never met anyone like Lu Ye. He looked barely past twenty, yet the depth of his mind and his many penetrating insights were unlike anything Zhou Ping had seen in his life. It could be said that without Lu Ye's guidance, Ding'an City could never have stabilized so quickly after the City Lord's death.
At the same time, there was something else he was deeply curious about...
After hesitating for a long while, Zhou Ping finally could not suppress the question in his heart. "May I ask about your cultivation, sir?"
"Eight Apertures." Lu Ye raised his eyes to glance at him. There was nothing to hide.
While escorting Yao Nuan and the others here, he had used up all the inferior Spirit Stones plundered from Great Wind Mountain. He had also eaten quite a bit along the way, so in just a few short days, Lu Ye had already opened eight apertures and was now advancing toward the Ninth Aperture.
"Eight Apertures..." Zhou Ping was shaken. He had assumed Lu Ye's cultivation would be even higher, never imagining it was actually the same as the late City Lord's.
Yet with the same cultivation, why had the former City Lord seemed like a little chick before Lu Ye? He had not even possessed the strength to fight back.
"No need to wonder." Lu Ye saw through his thoughts. "Sometimes, cultivation level does not represent everything."
"Then..." Just as Zhou Ping was about to ask what determined the difference in strength, a soldier hurried over, dropped to one knee, and presented a sealed letter with both hands. "City Lord, news from the scouts!"
Zhou Ping abruptly turned his head, quickly took the letter, and opened it to inspect its contents. His expression immediately grew grave.
"The Black Scarves