The Northern Yan Dynasty, Imperial City.
As the Northern Yan Dynasty's capital, the Imperial City always had a Saint Martial Grandmaster stationed there.
Five of the Northern Yan Dynasty's six Saint Martial Grandmasters had gone to the Ink Forest Mountains, but all five were now on their way back.
The Ink Forest Mountains lay in the central Southern Reach, a considerable distance from the Northern Yan Dynasty's Imperial City.
Venerable Hun Yan was astonishingly fast. He had reached the Northern Yan Dynasty's Imperial City in barely an hour, whereas those Saint Martial Grandmasters were still halfway back.
Hum.
Space rippled faintly as Qin Hao and Venerable Hun Yan slowly descended.
Meanwhile, on the Back Mountain of the Northern Yan Dynasty's Imperial Palace.
An old man sat cross-legged, cultivating with his eyes gently closed. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, a flash of horror passing through them.
"Spatial fluctuations! A Venerable has arrived! Why would a Venerable come here?"
The old man was named Qi Huan, and his cultivation stood at the Saint Martial Realm seventh-level peak.
With a cold snort, Qi Huan abruptly rose and flew into the air. At the same time, his voice rolled like thunder, resounding throughout the Northern Yan Dynasty's Imperial City.
"May I ask which senior has honored us with a visit? Our Northern Yan Dynasty's Ancestor Yan Yun is not in the Imperial City. If you wish to visit him, please wait a little while!"
Qi Huan hovered in the air, gazing into the distance.
In Qi Huan's view, with Ancestor Yan Yun overseeing the Northern Yan Dynasty and their alliance with the Crimson Blood Sect, the Venerables of the Southern Reach would never dare do anything to them.
Besides, everyone was currently in the Ink Forest Mountains. This Venerable was most likely just passing