To the clip-clop of hooves, the carriage headed toward the Imperial Preceptor's residence at an unhurried pace.
The old driver had served Zhu Lisheng for years. He knew full well that he should neither meddle nor ask questions, only faithfully perform his duty and drive his carriage. Lü Cheng, inside the carriage, was still young and had never witnessed anything like this.
He sat as though on a bed of needles, his entire body rigid and his face pale as he faced two Foundation Establishment cultivators he had never met.
The carriage was cramped enough that everyone could reach out and touch one another.
If a fight broke out...
Lü Cheng groaned inwardly. There would not even need to be a fight. Wouldn't a single twitch of either man's finger snuff out his life?
But when he stole another glance and found Li Ling still sitting there with his eyes closed, calm and composed, his heart inexplicably settled.
"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor?" Lü Cheng called nervously.
Li Ling did not even bother opening his eyes. "What is it?"
Lü Cheng said, "These two... these two men, just what..."
Li Ling said, "Don't worry. They've both fallen into a deep dreamscape. They won't wake up for now."
With his suspicion confirmed, Lü Cheng could not help breathing a quiet sigh of relief. He finally set his mind at ease, only to be filled with bewilderment a moment later.
In just this little while, these two Foundation Establishment experts from the Incense Perception Cult had been subdued?
Was our founding master really this powerful?
Li Ling had no time to pay attention to him. He had already divided his attention among several tasks, interrogating both sleepwalking men at once to investigate the Incense Perception Cult.
Ever since entering the Que Luo Immortal