Seeing Qing Chen's impassive expression and feeling the savage aura of a man who had slain a Great Cultivator wash over him, Gong Shisan's heart tightened slightly. He hurriedly waved his hands, his tone cautious. "Brother Qing, you've misunderstood!"
He glanced around and, only after confirming that none remained but Qing Chen's trusted retainers, carefully used voice transmission to explain the true purpose of his visit:
"To be frank, the Infinite Extremity Devil Palace came today not only to congratulate you on your Nascent Soul Ceremony, Sect Leader, but, more importantly, at someone's request-this matter is of the utmost importance. We cannot allow the slightest complication, nor can we let a top-tier Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense detect it."
Qing Chen remained expressionless, without the slightest ripple in his eyes.
He did not even ask a question. He simply watched Gong Shisan in silence, making him increasingly uneasy.
Over a hundred years, despite his heaven-gifted talent and advancement to Nascent Soul, Gong Shisan still dared not even raise his voice before Qing Chen.
Gong Shisan hesitated no longer. He raised a hand and laid down a soundproofing restriction, then transmitted, "It was Yan Moyou, Deputy Branch Master Yan, who asked us to come."
"Yan Moyou?" At those words, Qing Chen finally raised an eyebrow. Some of the indifference in his eyes faded, replaced by surprise.
That fellow hasn't shown his face in decades. He didn't even come to my Nascent Soul Ceremony. What does he want with me?
His thoughts raced. Yan Moyou had a Communication Compass and could contact him directly. Why take this extra step and entrust someone from the Infinite Extremity Devil Palace with a message?
With Yan Moyou's mind, he would never waste his efforts.
Back at Heavenly Abyss Pass, the man had easily driven back