After wandering around the city for a while and getting a rough grasp of its layout, Qin Chen found an elegant inn and casually rented a quiet, secluded courtyard room.
After entering the room, he flipped his wrist, and a lustrous azure jade slip appeared in his palm.
This jade slip was the communication token that Gu Xun'er's personal guard had given him back when he was at Starfall Pavilion.
"Crack!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out as the azure jade slip instantly shattered into countless tiny fragments.
Immediately afterward, a mysterious, invisible force spread out from the jade fragments, piercing through the inn walls and swiftly shooting toward the outskirts of the city.
On a mountain peak within the Ancient Realm, Gu Xun'er sat cross-legged upon a cultivation platform built from smooth green stone, her green robes hazy as mist.
Rich heaven and earth energy flowed into her body with every breath, forming a faint halo around her.
Just then, the clouds and mist in the mountains stirred slightly, and a black shadow silently appeared within them.
He stood respectfully, not daring to disturb the person cultivating ahead, his figure flickering in and out of sight amid the white mist.
"Elder Lin, what is it?"
Gu Xun'er spoke lightly, raising her eyes slightly. There was a trace of displeasure in her cool voice.
"Miss, if it were not something important, this old man would never dare disturb your cultivation rashly," the Dou Zun surnamed Lin said respectfully.
He was Gu Xun'er's guard, one of the two Dou Zuns who had accompanied her to Starfall Pavilion that day, and he was utterly loyal to her.
"If it is merely clan business, there is no need to tell me. I have no interest in dealing with it." Gu Xun'er raised her