This instinct had allowed Xu Changqing to move through the Central Region without hindrance.
He flew over the wasteland, crossing several rivers stained red by demon qi.
At last, a sprawling complex of halls nestled amid mountain ranges appeared ahead.
He had arrived at the Mo Clan Ancestral Grounds!
Xu Changqing immediately folded his wings and landed soundlessly atop a solitary peak roughly thirty li from the outer perimeter of the Mo Clan Ancestral Grounds, then transformed back into human form.
At that moment, the Ink-Patterned Sword in his sleeve trembled rhythmically, its frequency far quicker than when it had previously initiated contact.
This showed that the other party had agreed.
Mo Clan Ancestral Grounds, side gate.
Two direct descendants clad in ink-colored brocade robes walked out first. Their steps were unhurried, jade badges engraved with the Mo Clan emblem hanging from their waists. Several collateral descendants followed behind them.
Mo Yin walked at the very end of the group, his eyelids lowered and his lips sealed.
At that moment, one of the direct descendants in front glanced back at him. A faint, barely perceptible smile hung on his lips, and his voice was neither loud nor soft—just enough for everyone nearby to hear clearly. "Mo Yin, you were allowed to come along this time only out of respect for the elder.
"Don't be like last time, standing there like a block of wood."
The other direct descendant also turned around, his tone carrying unconcealed mockery. "I heard you've been squatting in the cultivation chamber for days at a time lately?
"Tsk, tsk, working so hard, are you!
"But why hasn't your cultivation moved an inch? The direct lineage assessment is only days away. If you can't even measure up to the younger collateral descendants, you alone will