If he knew which divine bureau it belonged to, he could follow the vine to the melon and dig deep into the immortal behind Zhao Jindu's refinement into a Human Pill.
Hu Sanniang smiled faintly. "It seems you know what the token looked like, sir. But there is no need to rush—allow me to finish."
She pondered briefly, then continued, "Unfortunately, I only managed to sneak one glance before Li Qingyuan drove me out. Afterward, that divine envoy left, and Li Qingyuan also left City God Street that night, not returning until late at night."
"Where did he go?" Lu Chen pressed.
"The Zhao family!" Hu Sanniang answered without hesitation. "Afterward, I made inquiries from many sources and deduced that the divine envoy had likely given Li Qingyuan some secret treasures. Those treasures were most likely meant to cleanse Zhao Wanliang's marrow and reshape his veins, raising his spiritual nature."
She paused before adding, "In truth, while Zhao Jindu was still alive, Zhao Wanliang had displayed only mediocre talent. But after that night, Zhao Wanliang soared by leaps and bounds, revealing extraordinary gifts that could no longer be contained. Surely, when you dined with the old master of the Sun family and the old master of the Wu family earlier, you heard the two of them mention this?"
Hearing this, Lu Chen could not help recalling the conversation between Old Sun and Old Wu that day.
They had indeed said that Zhao Wanliang had possessed exceptional talent since childhood.
And when Zhao Jindu died, Zhao Wanliang had only been seven or eight years old. Was that not precisely "since childhood"?
For a literary divine temple of the Zhao family to actually invite the Thunder Ancestor and establish him as its main hall deity was also thanks to the exceptionally high