He had heard that Xie Xuanwei, the Dao Child of the Taiyi Daoist Sect, had gone there too.
Back then, the man had been bested by his [Butterfly Dream Question] and still owed him a favor. He had better not die in there.
There was also that ancestor of the Dugu Household, who had recently earned a formidable reputation at the Chi Xi Ancient Battlefield. Reportedly, he had slain many members of other races and brought back vast quantities of their remains and outside-realm treasure materials.
If that old bastard advanced another step through this, the Dugu Household's prestige would probably rise yet again!
Could Xiao Canglan have come to the capital this time because of the Chi Xi Ancient Battlefield too?
Or had something changed again with Southern Yue, Wu Gui, or the Miao Frontier Gu Tribe?
For a moment, a thousand tangled thoughts filled Qing Chen's mind.
He had lived peacefully in Capital City for these nine years, but the outside world had never truly been at peace.
The beacons of war on the Northern Border, the gu calamity in the Southern Borderlands, the Chi Xi Ancient Battlefield, the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Kingdom, the Thirty-Six Western Regions Kingdoms... each was like a mass of thunder and fire.
And having suddenly been summoned to the Imperial Pole Hall today, he was very likely about to be swept into one of them.
While Qing Chen was pondering, Wei Jin beside him suddenly spoke softly. "Marquis, you drew quite a few eyes on your way here today. Your imposing presence was nothing short of astonishing."
Qing Chen glanced at him. "What are you trying to say, Junior Director Wei?"
Wei Jin smiled, his expression a little more wistful than before.
"When this servant was young and first caught a distant