If there truly were no guards, he would naturally be able to relax, but he feared that what looked simple was not actually so simple.
Just as he entered the Fourth Palace amid suspicion and speculation, a long, drawn-out laugh gradually reached Yang Chen's ears.
"Hehe, you've finally come, Yang Chen. I have waited here for you for a very long time."
As the voice entered his ears, Yang Chen's senses suddenly sharpened. He instinctively turned to look and saw a man with a pair of horns growing from his head. The man approached gracefully with his hands behind his back, and he was clearly a soul body.
Yang Chen was deeply puzzled. Watching that divine sense drift toward him, he remained vigilant without forgetting his manners. "May I ask which esteemed senior you are?"
"I am the master of this Fourth Palace. Hmm, you should know me. Others call me Daoist Ming Jin," the soul body said with a faint smile.
Yang Chen was greatly startled. What shocked him was not meeting Daoist Ming Jin, but rather...
Why was Daoist Ming Jin the master of the Fourth Inheritance Palace?
"No!" Yang Chen looked around, wondering whether he had made some mistake. "Senior, this should be the Fourth Palace, correct? Shouldn't you be waiting for me in the Fifth Palace?"
When he had first obtained the Five Inheritance Palaces, he had already known Daoist Ming Jin's great name. After all, Daoist Ming Jin had been the one to establish the Five Inheritance Palaces among the Four Sea Clans.
As for Daoist Shenhuo, Daoist Lingxi, and the others, they had all been coaxed over by Daoist Ming Jin to guard these five palaces. More or less, they all harbored some resentment toward him.
It was only natural for Daoist Ming Jin