On a small hill in Duckweed Prefecture, wild grass stretched across the barren ground as far as the eye could see.
Beneath the weeds stood a hidden underground stone house.
Black crystals interlocked like fangs across its ceiling, with a huge black pearl hanging in the center.
The pearl gave off a dim glow that shrouded the surrounding earth.
In the center of the chamber, a cultivator wearing a Spirit-Isolating Robe waited with a frown, impatience filling his eyes.
Before him sat a jade mirror.
Its surface was currently blank.
But in the next instant, spiritual light suddenly appeared on the mirror, followed by a cultivator's face.
That cultivator was none other than Zhou Qishui.
At that moment, Zhou Qishui looked exceedingly wary.
"How did it go?" the mysterious cultivator asked.
"The people from Qixuan Valley have no interest in the Mortal Realm. They didn't ask about the Ye Family or the Great Yu Realm, only about our sect." A Spirit-Inquiring Talisman hung in front of Zhou Qishui.
It showed that he was not lying.
The mysterious cultivator's expression darkened further.
"All right, I've asked everything you wanted me to ask. Let's stop contacting each other. I'll destroy this jade token shortly," Zhou Qishui continued.
He removed the Spirit-Inquiring Talisman as he spoke and prepared to leave, but the mysterious cultivator spoke again:
"Of course. I keep my word."
"However, two other people saw us meet. I tried to kill them last time, but failed to silence them. You'd best not destroy that jade token, fellow Daoist. I'm worried those two cultivators might report us to Qixuan Valley. I forgot to tell you—my surname is Lin. You can ask around about me."
Zhou Qishui's face instantly turned deathly pale.
"You!"
"Don't be like that. I told you, I've kept my