Soul Clan's stronghold.
Inside one of the mansions stood dozens of courtyards. Within one of those courtyards, flowers bloomed in clusters while countless colorful butterflies fluttered about.
Bai Yan sat quietly in the courtyard, gazing at the butterflies fluttering among the plants.
Although Bai Yan was not part of the Soul Clan's upper echelons, he now possessed the strength of a low-level Heaven-Splitting Realm, making him a core pillar within the Soul Clan and affording him a generous status.
In fact, given Bai Yan's abilities, if he had striven to raise his cultivation over the past hundred-plus years, entering the Heavenly Heaven-Splitting Realm would have been effortless, and even entering the Creation Realm would not have been difficult.
After all, he was a clone of Su Mo and could likewise devour.
Yet, as a clone in Su Mo's arrangements, he was merely a piece planted within the Soul Clan to maintain as low a profile as possible, and he had not vigorously advanced his cultivation.
"My lord!"
At that moment, a young human maid dressed in green walked gracefully over, bearing various spiritual fruits and spiritual wine, which she set upon the stone table before Bai Yan.
The maids possessed low levels of cultivation, only at the Paragon of Fortune Realm.
Such a cultivation level was entirely inconspicuous across the entire Human Realm Domain.
"Mph!"
Bai Yan nodded slightly. This maid had been assigned by the clan, and as a member of the "Soul Clan," he naturally could not act exceptionally, so he had not refused.
"Xiao Chan, do you want to leave Ju Ding City?"
Bai Yan looked at the young human maid and asked indifferently.
"My lord! This maid wouldn't dare! This maid's duty is to serve my lord!"
Xiao Chan's face instantly paled, and she fell to