Liu Changxu looked up. The City Lord's Manor had towering walls and sprawling grounds, resembling a solid fortress. It was protected by a fourth-tier defensive formation, whose shimmering curtain of spiritual light kept ordinary cultivators from discerning what lay within.
Clearly, the Azure Cloud Sect regarded the City Lord's Manor as the last line of defense against sea monster attacks. If the outer city fell, this place would become the final refuge for the city's cultivators.
With Wu Kun leading the way, Liu Changxu entered the City Lord's Manor without difficulty.
Once inside, he was immediately met by the tense, oppressive atmosphere of wartime.
The low-level cultivators in the City Lord's Manor hurried about. Apart from offering the customary greetings to Wu Kun, a Golden Core cultivator, none uttered a word. Caution was written across every face. They knew the City Lord was in a foul mood and feared that something they said or did might displease him.
After entering the City Lord's Manor, Wu Kun's expression also grew solemn. He stopped making small talk and led Liu Changxu straight toward the manor's tallest, most imposing grand hall.
By the time they reached the grand hall, even Wu Kun's steps had become exceedingly cautious. Liu Changxu's heart sank. It seemed the City Lord of Many-Treasure City was not a man of gentle temper. He would have to watch his words.
When they stepped into the grand hall, the first person they saw was a tall, stern-faced Black-Robed Elder seated in the principal seat, radiating a terrifying aura.
Before him stood six Golden Core True Persons, four men and two women, arranged respectfully on either side.
The first person on the Black-Robed Elder's right was an elderly woman at golden core great perfection, with graying temples and an aged face.
Her