Another day passed. Brilliant dawn light blanketed the entire city, and beneath the radiance of its four divine palaces, it looked especially sacred.
Within Four Saints City stood a compound crowded with pavilions and halls.
Artificial hills and ponds dotted its grounds, while layers of spiritual mist drifted through them, lending the whole place an air of mystery.
At the hall entrance stood Prefecture Lord Lu, once the master of an entire prefecture. Guarding a door might not sound dignified, but the prefecture lords had vied for the post.
Many of Four Saints City's Nascent Soul cultivators were long-established members of immortal sects, formidable and renowned. Simply making a good impression on one of them might someday save a life.
No one considered the duty beneath them. After all, Golden Core cultivators could not even get in.
Ye Jingcheng had arrived with True Lord Xuan Puppet and Jiang Daorong.
Ye Jingcheng walked ahead. He did not want to, but both his companions deliberately kept pace behind him. Clearly, they took such unspoken details seriously.
News that Ye Jingcheng had become Divine Lord Zhengyuan's disciple had already spread. Even setting aside his Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivation and his ability to contend with Nascent Soul Late Stage opponents, his status as a divine lord's disciple alone was enough to make him an honored guest anywhere in the Central Region.
"Senior Qianchen, Senior Xuan Puppet, Senior Jiang, please come in. Martial Uncle Lu and Martial Uncle Xingyuan are already waiting inside." Prefecture Lord Lu greeted them warmly and handed each of the three a cup of spiritual tea.
Ye Jingcheng paused at the sight of it. True Lord Xuan Puppet and Jiang Daorong clearly knew what it was, and promptly explained:
"Fellow Daoist Ye, this is called Dust-Breaking Tea. Though it's only