After passing through the main gate, Su Tian followed Nalan Yanran at an unhurried pace along a path paved with blue-green gravel.
Su Tian's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.
Ever since entering the Nalan Family estate, Su Tian had sensed concealed gazes and threads of soul perception slipping out from deeply hidden corners, growing more numerous the farther he went.
Almost every move Su Tian made fell under those watchful eyes.
As he casually raised his head, his gaze swept seemingly at random across a rooftop.
Several pitch-black figures lurked in the shadows there, slowly shifting sharp arrows that had been painted black to prevent them from reflecting sunlight.
At the slightest rustle of wind or stir of grass within the estate, they would unleash their attacks in an instant.
As expected of the Nalan Family. Their defenses really are formidable.
Su Tian arched an eyebrow, studying the hidden guards around him with interest as he chuckled inwardly.
In Su Tian's view, even the Mo Clan of Salt City back then had probably fallen far short of the Nalan Family in terms of defenses.
After all, whether in influence or scale, the Mo Clan simply could not compare to the Nalan Family, one of the Three Great Families of Jia Ma Holy City.
Under Nalan Yanran's guidance, he soon reached the end of the path.
An exceedingly luxurious hall stood there.
Through its half-closed doors, Su Tian could vaguely make out quite a few people standing inside.
Even in the courtyard outside the hall, several old men wearing alchemist robes stood waiting, apparently for their turn to enter.
"They're all alchemists invited by the Nalan Family to treat my grandfather."
Seemingly noticing where Su Tian was looking, Nalan Yanran quietly explained beside him.
"But none of them seem to have any