Yet the cultivation grounds and cave abodes of several other young lords also bore different hues, each radiating an omen unique to their own Dao.
Within a grotto-heaven palace that resembled the Netherworld.
Several beautiful clam maidens danced gracefully.
Above the great hall, a burly man with his chest bare drank alone. Two figures seated below leisurely sampled the delicacies.
"Report!"
A shrimp soldier entered from outside.
"Enter," the burly man said casually.
The clam maidens tactfully withdrew first.
The shrimp soldier hurried in, dropped to one knee, and cupped his hands. "Your Highness, word has come from the watchers you arranged over there."
"Two outside cultivators have arrived at the nineteenth young lord's side."
As he spoke, an image-recording slowly emerged.
Of the two people seated below, one was gaunt, while the other had a single horn growing from his forehead. Their expressions narrowed slightly as they saw the two figures within the recording.
The burly man asked, "Do we know who they are?"
The shrimp soldier replied, "Reporting to Your Highness, word from over there says that these two possess considerable cultivation and are protected by rare treasures. They did not dare alert them lightly, fearing heavenly secrets might be disturbed."
"Fellow Daoists, you came from Earth Continent earlier. Do you know what sort of cultivators these two are? Those whom my nineteenth brother values must surely possess something extraordinary."
The burly man gave a cold laugh.
The expressions of the two figures shifted at last, and naturally, he caught it from above.
"Your Highness."
The speaker glanced at the shrimp soldier.
"You may withdraw first."
Only after no unnecessary figures remained in the hall did the gaunt cultivator in Daoist robes slowly speak. "I do not recognize that figure, but the trace of aura captured in the