It Moves on Its Own

The two continued chatting about everything under the sun. From Zhu Rong, Lin Jun gained a rough understanding of some basic knowledge about Heaven Beyond Heaven, as well as certain unspeakable rules.

And from Lin Jun's manner of speaking, Zhu Rong confirmed that Lin Jun truly was a newcomer to this realm, not some old monster putting on an act. After all, Lin Jun's questions were far too basic—no old monster could fake something like that.

"Right, I nearly forgot to talk about business."

Zhu Rong smacked his forehead and rose to his feet with his big belly sticking out, his expression solemn.

"Little brother, the Inner Sea is no Outer Sea. I know you are a prodigy from the Lower Realm, and your strength is indeed terrifying, but on your own, it will be hard for you to gain a foothold in Heaven Beyond Heaven. Remember this: unless you are driven into a corner, never offend people from the Inner Sea. That sword of yours carries too much killing intent. Do not reveal it in the Inner Sea."

The longer Lin Jun listened, the more something felt off.

They had known each other for less than half a day. Why did this man seem even more worried about Lin Jun's safety than Lin Jun himself?

"Do you need something from me?"

Zhu Rong choked on his words, clearly struck right where it hurt.

"It's not really a big matter... Fine, it is a big matter. Even though Old Zhu here is a guide for Tidal Sea Hall, I have never held any real power. After all, this is merely an insignificant position."

Back then, he had also been a newcomer to this realm. How difficult was it for such newcomers to integrate into these great factions? He was already