Night lay deep over the Song-Style Courtyard House.
Chen Lin stared at the dark gold Imperial Seal of China suspended in the air.
The power of national fortune flowing over the Jade Seal had grown so dense it seemed almost tangible. The faint dragon roars coming from it made the surrounding air oppressively heavy.
He had annihilated the Seven Nations fleet and crushed Little Japan's central command.
Though neither feat had been made public, the surge of national sentiment and the resulting influx of national fortune had all been swallowed whole by the Jade Seal.
Chen Family Village was now effectively clad in armor forged from the convictions of over a billion people.
"Looking at the surface tells me nothing about its limits." Chen Lin withdrew his divine sense. The faint recoil just now had given him some idea, but it was not concrete enough.
He had to quantify the barrier's limits precisely.
"Changqingzi, Yun Sheng." Chen Lin turned, his tone level.
Two figures instantly appeared outside the courtyard.
"Your old servant is here!"
"Your orders, boss?"
"Go to the garage. You're coming out of the village with me."
A moment later, a black Bentley Bentayga glided silently out of Chen Family Village like a beast melting into the night.
The car was quiet. Yun Sheng sat in the front passenger seat, her back ramrod straight. Changqingzi huddled in the rear, his hands resting obediently on his knees. These mighty cultivators of late core formation and early nascent soul looked utterly out of place inside this metal shell powered by an internal combustion engine.
Yet in Chen Lin's presence, they were more restrained than the most dutiful mortals.
The Bentley traveled five kilometers beyond the village entrance before stopping on a barren slope with an unobstructed view.
Chen Lin opened