"Direct Disciple Xu?"
The old steward hurriedly rose to his feet, all traces of sleepiness swept away as he put on a respectful expression.
"What brings you here?"
Xu Changqing got straight to the point. "I want to use the Guiding Spirit Light to make a trip to the Grand Void Rift."
The old steward froze. "The Grand Void Rift?"
Thinking he had misheard, he asked again, "You mean the Grand Void Rift surrounded by countless Void Rifts?"
Xu Changqing confirmed it. "Precisely."
At that, the old steward's expression became somewhat strange.
Xu Changqing glanced at him and asked, "Are you worried about being watched by Outrealm races?"
The old steward was first taken aback, then he laughed.
It was not a polite smile, but the heartfelt laughter of someone who had heard something genuinely amusing.
That reaction caught Xu Changqing somewhat by surprise.
"Direct Disciple Xu, you are overthinking it."
The old steward waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of pride as though sharing in the honor. "The Guiding Spirit Light of the Northern Dipper Immortal Mansion—give those Marauding Cultivators from the star domains and those Outrealm races ten thousand times the courage, and they still would not dare act recklessly.
"Look at this Guiding Spirit Light. Its formation patterns run through heaven and earth, condensing the two supreme laws of time and space upon it.
"It is no exaggeration to say that once activated, the pressure it releases is enough to pierce through everything.
"Those Outrealm races love lying in wait near transmission passages, specifically to intercept and kill Rogue Cultivators ascending from the Lower Realm."
At this point, he snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain.
"But while they dare lie in wait for others, they would never dare approach the Northern Dipper Immortal Mansion's