Trade Fair

Only after a full incense stick had burned did the vast spiritual pressure, rising and falling like a tide, slowly draw inward like a great whale drinking in the sea.

At the same time, the faint sense that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was rejecting them, slowing the flow of their magic power, gradually faded. Yet the abundant vitality seemed to have imprinted itself deep within and around the Water Manor, leaving the spiritual energy there exceptionally fresh and lively.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the Water Manor's doors opened soundlessly. Wang Ming hurried out and cupped his hands to the three men, joy and awe plain on his face. "Apologies for keeping the three lineage heads waiting. The Warden knows you've arrived. Please come in and speak with him. He had a sudden insight just now, which delayed him a little. I hope you won't take offense."

Wang Zhenyue and the others hurriedly returned the courtesy, saying they would not dare. They knew perfectly well what that "sudden insight" meant: his bonded magic treasure was on the verge of completion.

Xu Yuan's strength had probably advanced by an immeasurable degree since he had slain the demon ape a month ago.

They entered the Water Manor's main hall and found Xu Yuan seated at its head. He still wore a green robe, his aura calm, seemingly no different from a month before.

Yet Wang Zhenyue and the others keenly sensed an indescribable harmony about him. As his eyes opened and closed, a green gleam seemed to flow through them. When his gaze passed over the three men, a tingling sensation ran through them like a faint electric current, as though a single thought from him could summon thunder.

It was not deliberate pressure, but a sign