The Heavenly Shuttle tore through the clouds like a streak of silver lightning and descended onto White Jade Square at the Song-Style Courtyard House.
Chen Lin withdrew the sword qi surrounding him and stepped off the deck. The formation's light barrier flickered around the Master Bedroom, where Song Qiuya and the others were still sitting with their eyes closed, consolidating their middle stage of Core Formation cultivation.
"My lord."
Heavenly Hatred True Lord and Changqingzi had long been waiting in the courtyard. Seeing Chen Lin return safely, both bowed.
Star Moon Demon Saint also emerged from a side room, looking at the lingering Azure Cloud Sword qi nearby with a flicker of apprehension.
Chen Lin sat down at the Stone Table, accepted the tea offered by Friday, the Intelligent Robot, and took a sip.
"You've lived a long time and seen a lot." Chen Lin tapped the tabletop twice. "Have you heard of the Ancient Shu Royal Court or the Silkworm God Tribe?"
Heavenly Hatred True Lord froze, then exchanged a bewildered glance with Changqingzi.
"My lord," Heavenly Hatred True Lord said, cupping his hands hesitantly, "eight hundred years ago, this old servant traveled practically every famous mountain and great river in Shenzhou, but this Ancient Shu Royal Court... I've never seen it mentioned in any records. As for the Silkworm God Tribe, I've never even heard of it. Could it be some declining sect of independent cultivators from ancient times?"
"A sect of independent cultivators?" Chen Lin sneered. "They could casually send out dozens of Core Formation cultivators, led by someone at the peak of early Nascent Soul, with a half-step Deity Transformation high priest backing them. You call that a declining group of independent cultivators?"
Heavenly Hatred True Lord sucked in a cold breath, his expression changing.
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