"Since you're the one asking, Senior, naturally everything is open to discussion. I'll pass your words on to the Cult Leader." The man's expression was mild, but after a brief hesitation, he still asked, "But might you give us your name, Senior? After all, I imagine you know something of how cautious the Cult Leader is."
Chu Xingchen raised his gaze slightly, his expression seeming to sink into reminiscence. Finally, a faint smile curved his lips:
"I don't know whether people today still remember me, but back then, I was called-Blood Slaughter True Lord."
"As for whether you can find me, that will depend on just how capable you are."
"Our next meeting won't be here. The people from the Eighteen Immortal Sects have already come looking."
Chu Xingchen casually tossed down an ancient-looking Jade Token:
"The address is inside. I'll allow you some time to consider, but you'd best not take too long."
With a humble expression, the man bent to pick up the Jade Token, then slowly bowed again before turning to leave. He even closed the door behind him on his way out.
Bai Xuanling lightly stroked her teacup. Once she sensed that the man had left, she spoke softly using Spiritual Power:
"If you're counting on that runaway Cult Leader True Person to come out, you may have quite a wait. Over the years, it's not as though no one has tried to catch him, and plenty of schemes have been laid. But besides running fast, the man has another special skill: tucking his head into his shell like a turtle."
"Now there hasn't been any news of him for a hundred years. He rarely even contacts the Evil Spirit Cult. The title of Cult Leader is probably all but nominal by now."
"With this kind