After Qing Chen finished dealing with the affairs at Cold Mountain Temple, he immediately used the Heavenly Escape Technique, turning into a streak of light and heading straight for an uninhabited island.
The island lay hidden deep within the waters of Lesser Cold Temple. It was one of the Nine Secluded Cultivation Sites he had secretly established, a place where even birds were rarely seen.
When he entered the secret chamber, wisps of blue smoke rose from a burner of high-grade second-tier Concentration Incense, twining like fine silk and shutting out all the clamor of the mortal world.
Qing Chen sat cross-legged on the supreme-grade second-tier Snow-Jade Bed. Its chill pierced his bones, yet left his mind all the clearer.
He opened his hand, and the Jade Slip that had arrived with Chi Xuntian floated quietly above his palm;
its spiritual radiance flowed without pause, as though a vast galaxy lay within, profound and unfathomable.
The real reason Qing Chen had secluded himself rather than meet Dragon-Seal and Xingchi was that this Jade Slip was simply too extraordinary. He had no time.
He mused inwardly, That old fellow Xuanji certainly was willing to spend a fortune.
His fingertip lightly touched the Jade Slip, and his divine sense slowly seeped into it like a gentle stream.
Yet although his expression remained unruffled, he felt not the slightest ease within.
He had anticipated that Xuanji True Lord would make some gesture, but had never imagined it would be something so precious!
A treasure like this was an opportunity he had failed to find despite years of searching through Scripture Repositories and treasuries.
A smile curled Qing Chen's lips. "A Sect Master is a Sect Master indeed. Such lavish generosity-it wasn't in vain that I conquered this vast territory for him.
"Very well,