Hearing the guards' rebuke, Song Wen frowned slightly and could not help shifting his gaze toward them.
Yet with that casual glance alone, the two guards instantly felt as though they had fallen into the abyss of the netherworld. It was as if they had been targeted by some primordial savage beast; their legs trembled, but they did not dare move.
"Open the gate." Song Wen's tone was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable pressure.
The entire Ke Residence was shrouded beneath a cyan barrier.
Song Wen did not wish to alert the Wu Clan in the city by forcibly breaking through the formation barrier, so he could only enter honestly through the main gate.
"Se... Senior, the gate has restrictions. The two of us have no authority to open it; only the steward can do so," one guard replied tremblingly.
"Then have him come open it," Song Wen said.
"Yes."
One of the guards took out a communication jade slip and sent a message.
Several dozen breaths later.
The residence gates opened, and an elderly Nascent Soul Realm cultivator walked out.
"May I ask why you have come?" The old man looked Song Wen up and down. Unable to sense the slightest trace of cultivation from him, he asked rather politely.
Song Wen did not answer him. With a flash, he appeared beside the three men, then swept up a fierce gust of wind that enveloped them.
The next moment, all four figures vanished from before the gate.
With a bang, the gates shut tightly once more.
At the waterside pavilion.
Ke Zheng watched Wu Lingzhu leaning lightly against his right arm. Her hair brushed across the tip of his nose in the breeze, bringing with it a faint, delicate fragrance.
Ke Zheng's heart stirred restlessly. Lowering his