Liu Yu had to admit that, at this moment, he truly missed his days in the sect.
After all, everything he had built over the past hundred-odd years lay within the sect's sphere of influence.
After arriving in the Divine Capital, however, he was back at square one. Everything had to start from scratch.
Hemmed in by restrictions on every side, he could hardly move freely, let alone act as he pleased!
Shaking his head, Liu Yu withdrew his gaze and joined the cultivators hurrying along, striding toward his temporary residence.
Rumble.
The residence's formation opened with a faint, muffled sound.
Liu Yu put away the Token and stepped inside, sweeping his gaze over the surroundings.
The sprawling residence was empty and silent, without a soul in sight.
Only the room of his personal disciple, Zhang Yi, still glowed brightly. Presumably, he was still cultivating or reading ancient texts.
They might all be "second-generation immortals," but different upbringings produced personalities and habits as far apart as heaven and earth.
Zhang Yi, for instance, had grown up in the Annam Six Provinces, taught by his great-grandfather, who kept him at his side.
He had learned of the suffering in the world at an early age and understood that no cultivation resource came easily.
Thus, although still young, he had none of the bad habits typical of "second-generation immortals." He cultivated diligently and was neither spoiled nor pampered.
"Not bad."
At the sight, Liu Yu nodded slightly and followed the bluestone path toward Zhuo Mengzhen's room at the rear.
Before long, an elegantly traditional room came into view.
Deep darkness surrounded it, with only a faint light glowing inside.
The room's formation had not been activated, and its wooden door remained slightly ajar. Clearly, she had deliberately left it open for