"Yes," Chunzhu replied, then added, "We servants will remain on the first floor. Honored guests, you may choose any quarters on the eight floors above. Once you have moved in, Inverted Peak will receive no other guests."
With that, Chunzhu led the other women back down to the first floor.
In a flash, Ying Wu reached the ninth floor, landed in the corridor, and casually pushed open the doors.
Song Wen followed him inside the top floor.
Before them lay a spacious, brightly lit hall brimming with spiritual energy.
On either side of the hall was a side room.
Each contained a bed and a meditation cushion, clearly intended for secluded cultivation.
Ying Wu walked straight to the seat of honor and sat down.
Two wooden chairs stood there, with a tea table between them.
Song Wen took the other seat of honor beside Ying Wu.
Ying Wu gazed through the open doors at the roiling sea of clouds outside, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Extreme Yin, why do you think the Divine Blood Sect settled us here, yet sent not a single elder to welcome us?" Ying Wu asked through divine-sense transmission.
Inverted Peak abounded in spiritual energy, and the pavilion was magnificent. Every furnishing inside was lavish, from the tables and chairs to the beds and meditation cushions, all fashioned from rare spiritual materials that greatly aided cultivation.
Yet neither Inverted Peak nor the pavilion had been equipped with any formations.
In other words, anyone could spy on Song Wen and Ying Wu's every move.
Naturally, the Divine Blood Sect's low-ranking disciples would never dare to snoop here, but the same could not necessarily be said of its senior members.
"Perhaps they want to put us in our place," Song Wen replied through voice transmission.
"Why?" Ying Wu asked.