A Reunion Across Ten Thousand Miles

The Asura God sat upon the throne of the God Realm Nexus, his eyes half-closed.

Yet the corners of his lips slowly curved into a faint smile, revealing a glint of coldness.

It was true that gods did not speak idly, but he would not be helping them either.

He had never violated the rules of the God Realm, had he?

But no one had said he could not place surveillance on his own inheritance ground.

Beyond the inheritance ground, however, whatever happened was unknown to him.

Meanwhile, in Canghai City.

Ever since returning here from Heaven Dou City, Zhou Qiubai had been living quite leisurely these past few days.

He could practically be said to have given up entirely.

There were no pursuits, no auctions, and certainly no emperors inviting him to dinner. No Title Douluo had come knocking on his door to court death either.

Every day, aside from practicing his swordsmanship, he played a game of chess with Yang Guyun in the rear courtyard of the City Lord's Manor.

Dantai Canglan remained busy with his own affairs.

Visitors came to the manor's front hall every day. Some were Soul Masters drawn by its reputation, some brought invitations from nearby factions, and others were fools looking to stir up trouble.

But whenever Lu Qinghou stood at the entrance with his men, those with ulterior motives immediately went weak in the knees.

After all, once someone became famous, there would always be people looking to make trouble.

And Canghai City was famously unguarded. No one here possessed any so-called mind-reading ability either.

Who knew what those outsiders were up to?

That afternoon, Zhou Qiubai was dozing beneath a tree when Yang Guyun returned from outside with his spear in hand.

"You bullied someone again." Zhou Qiubai lazily opened his