Tracing the Hidden Overlord Across a Thousand Miles

Outside the hotel, a car was parked.

The two got into the car, and it started soundlessly.

There was no need to check out; they had bought an annual membership.

Once they left, Zhao Zhen, that flirtatious young master, could bring his tenth—or Nth—mistress to take over this presidential suite...

Ding Ruoshui looked Lin Xiaosu over. A wisp of sound turned into flowing water and slipped into the deepest part of his ears. "Where are your old clothes?"

"You bought me a pile of new clothes. What did I need old clothes for? I threw them away!" Lin Xiaosu replied through transmission.

"You love the new and loathe the old. You scumbag!" Ding Ruoshui said.

"Get this straight. Even if I love the new, the new one I love is you. Shouldn't you be happy?" Lin Xiaosu argued with perfect confidence.

"That's exactly what I was waiting for!" Ding Ruoshui said. "When we get back, fire Miao Ruolan and Zhou Xi. I'm the new one taking the throne, so throw away the old ones..."

Lin Xiaosu shot her a sidelong glance. "Then I'll hook up with You Shui right in front of us and make her the new one while you become old! I'll throw you away too!"

"How dare you! I'll call the police and say you seduced a minor..."

"You really think she's a minor? For all you know, she could be older than your master."

"No way!" Ding Ruoshui was startled. If You Shui truly was as old as her master and was still alive, that could only mean she was in the Enlightened Realm.

The Enlightened Realm—was that even possible?

This world truly could not accommodate the Enlightened Realm.

Yet it was not that Enlightened Realm cultivators could not exist here. It was merely that they