Visitors?
Why would His Lordship suddenly ask about that? What person in tiny White Cang City could possibly merit his attention?
A storm swept through Mu Changfeng's mind. But faced with Lord Treasured Radiance's question, he dared not hesitate. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he answered in a trembling voice:
"M-my lord, there are no visitors."
Silence lingered within the Golden Heaven Treasure Palace for a moment.
"Is that so?"
Lord Treasured Radiance's question fell lightly, yet struck Mu Changfeng's heart with the weight of ten thousand tons.
He forced himself to remain calm and searched his memory carefully. No matter how he tried, however, he could not recall any visitors coming here.
White Cang City was merely a remote place barren of numinous vitality. Most people could not flee it fast enough. Why would anyone come here?
As he pondered, he counted Youzhen and the others he had met that day among his own people, overlooking them entirely.
"My lord, that is indeed the case."
Mu Changfeng bent a little lower, but his voice steadied.
"Heh."
A soft chuckle came from within the palace, its emotion impossible to discern, but no further questions followed.
Mu Changfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped his forehead, only to discover it was drenched, leaving his palm unpleasantly cold and clammy.
What is this...?
Had a cultivator at the pinnacle of the third tier like me actually been frightened into a sweat just now?
Half a day had passed since the Golden Heaven Treasure Palace descended into the branch sanctuary. Seeing that Lord Treasured Radiance had not come to call them to account, everyone there gradually relaxed.
Lord Treasured Radiance's arrival was a momentous event, but cultivation could not be delayed.
Soon, several cultivators at the artifact forging peak plucked up