The next morning, sunlight filtered through the thin mist and spilled across the bluestone paving of the Chen Clan Villa.
Chen Cong, Chen Xiaojun, and Xiao Yi stood solemnly before the reception hall, quietly awaiting the journey ahead.
Xiao Yi wore a simple, pristine battle dress, like an elegant lotus blooming in silence.
Her lovely purple hair stirred gently in the breeze, as though following nature's rhythm. Beneath her veil, her face flickered in and out of view, revealing an indescribably mysterious beauty.
Chen Cong's Seven Kill Sword expanded in an instant. With a light tap of his toes against the blade, he stepped up and stood firmly upon it.
A powerful aura radiated from him, like that of a swordsmanship grandmaster who held the world beneath his notice, imposing and solemn.
Chen Xiaojun followed close behind, excitement sparkling in his eyes. He had long yearned to visit this ancient secret realm of the Chen Clan.
Xiao Yi leaped lightly and drifted onto Chen Cong's sword. Her figure was as light and graceful as willow fluff on the wind, as though she had become one with everything between heaven and earth.
The three rose on the sword, becoming a streak of light that vanished above the Chen Clan Villa in an instant.
At the sight, the scouts from various factions staking out the villa exchanged glances. Chen Cong's departure made them breathe quiet sighs of relief.
After all, with a Titled Douluo like Chen Cong present, many of them had felt bound hand and foot.
They knew the three must have important business to attend to, but their exact purpose remained a mystery.
Two hours later, the three arrived at Zibai Mountain, between Chang'an Commandery and Wushan Prefecture.
The peak stood beside Shaolin Mountain, where the Chen Clan resided.