Master Wuji glanced up at Old Chun and said flatly, "If I say it's settled, then it's settled. No need to ask further."
Hearing this, Old Chun's face remained full of disbelief.
In the end, as an old servant, he did not dare question anything further. He could only push Master Wuji along and lead Sikong Jing toward the back mountain of the estate.
The place was exceptionally elegant and beautiful, suffused everywhere with jade-like verdance and freshness.
The three then followed a long corridor into the small mountain. After walking for a while, they finally arrived at a small building nestled among the hills.
"We're here, Brother Sikong. Let's go in!"
After arriving at the Wuji Estate, Master Wuji had stopped calling him Young Master and instead addressed him as little brother.
Clearly, he did not want Old Chun to know—meaning Old Chun was still not the person Master Wuji trusted most.
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing was deeply curious about where exactly Master Wuji was taking him...
He had originally thought that the small town was already the force Master Wuji had built, but apparently that was far from all of it. Earlier, in the snow, he had told that young pair to wait for him at the old place, and had also told Old Chun to push him to the old place.
So what kind of miraculous place was this old place before him?
With that thought, the three entered the small building, then made their way to a secret chamber beneath it.
The instant Sikong Jing followed Master Wuji through the hidden door... buzz!
A burst of white light suddenly flashed before his eyes. In merely two breaths, it vanished without a trace, and Sikong Jing's vision gradually cleared. At that moment, his eyes widened, and he could