Staring at that line of pale-gold text, Shen Xiuhan's expression stiffened. Stormy waves churned in his heart, and there was only one thought left in his mind: What the hell!
Earlier, when Zuo Muxian had mentioned "Black Ruins Mountain," he had said it was an ungoverned territory at the border of Qi, Yue, and Wu...
Shen Xiuhan had assumed it was some chaotic bandit den crawling with thieves.
And yet!?
It was actually a top-tier power that possessed a Blessed Land!!
Since ancient times.
Anyone capable of establishing a Blessed Land had invariably been backed by a great Innate master wielding divine abilities. Their lineage was ancient, and their foundations unfathomably deep.
In other words.
The Black Ruins Mountain lineage, whether in its ancestry or the present day, must have produced a True Person-level expert who had cultivated four divine abilities!
No wonder that bastard Zuo had worn such a strange expression when he mentioned Black Ruins Mountain. No wonder he had been so confident when he took out the Li-Fire Phoenixcall Fan to bet Xie Hui, claiming the other man wouldn't dare take that spirit artifact...
So the clues had been there all along!
Thinking of this, Shen Xiuhan's chest rose and fell slightly. His emotions were difficult to settle, and he could not help cursing inwardly:
You surnamed Zuo, you usually look so upright and respectable. So you'd already latched onto a high branch behind my back—you've even made it to Black Ruins Mountain living off a woman!
Most importantly, you damn well didn't bring me along!!
You Zuo dog! Give me back my Pillfire Wine!
At his side, Zuo Muxian seemed to notice something off about his aura. He turned his head and asked with concern, "What is it, Junior Brother Shen? Could it be that you're