Beneath the sun in the vast sky, two white-robed figures flew at full speed, cutting through the air across a thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
On the way, Chen Changming looked at the hurried Chen Jinghong beside him and asked, "What exactly happened to the lineage? You haven't said a word this whole way, only urged me to return. What's going on?"
Chen Jinghong's brows knitted tightly, helplessness and anxiety filling her eyes. She shook her head and sighed softly. "Cousin, I don't know the details either. The lineage only sent an urgent message telling me to return immediately and make sure I summoned you back from the Snow Bamboo Sect. They said it concerns the lineage's foundations for the next hundred years. My seniority is too low for me to know the full story..."
Seeing this, Chen Changming asked no further questions.
For the entire Chen Household to urgently recall every talented disciple away from home, the crisis had to be immense.
Now that I'm posing as Chen Chuan, I've happened to run into the Chen Household's crisis. I might as well lend them a hand... Chen Changming made his decision at that moment.
The two traveled at full speed for nearly four hours before finally entering the heart of the Cold Abyss Nation. In the distance, they saw a vast, imposing complex of lineage buildings stretching across the landscape.
The Chen Household was built against the mountains and extended for a hundred miles, its towers and pavilions standing in rows amid encircling formations. Its gates were ancient and imposing, and spiritual energy abounded within its grounds. Its foundations truly befitted one of the Cold Abyss Nation's ten great cultivation clans.
Yet at this moment, the atmosphere in the Chen Household was oppressive to the extreme.
The disciples