"There are plenty of poisonous plants here, and the air seems slightly toxic too. Everyone, take an antidote pill, just in case." Ye Xiuxin cautiously surveyed their surroundings, handed each person a pill, then continued examining the immortal herbs.
"Xiaojun, come with me." Chen Yu also beckoned to Chen Cong. "Second Brother, stop for a moment and come along."
The three reached a secluded corner, where a stand of bamboo grew. Its lush green leaves seemed to complement the immortal herbs around it.
"Tell me. How did you learn about the immortal herbs? Don't tell me you read about them in ancient books," Chen Yu asked bluntly.
Chen Xiaojun fell silent. Here it comes.
"And last time, you said you read about Slaughter City in ancient books. I can tell you for certain that there's nothing about it in my study," Chen Yu continued softly.
"Nor is there anything in the clan library at Zhejiang Studio. Those records are kept under special protection. You couldn't possibly have seen any records of Slaughter City," Chen Cong added just as gently.
Looking into Chen Yu's and Chen Cong's gentle, trusting eyes, Chen Xiaojun gritted his teeth. "Grandfather, Great-Uncle, I have a master." His voice was low, but full of resolve.
A little surprised, Chen Cong asked, "When did you take a master? How come we didn't know?"
"When he came, he didn't let you know," Chen Xiaojun said quietly.
A sharp light flashed in Chen Yu's eyes. "Who is he?"
This was serious. Chen Yu and Chen Xiaojun lived in the same courtyard, yet this had happened right under his nose without his knowledge. Both Chen Yu and Chen Cong felt puzzled and concerned.
"Grandfather, Great-Uncle, you should know that over these ten thousand years of history, two deities have emerged: the