Several hours slipped quietly by.
They were still in Qing Chen's pavilion, named Qing Yun Pavilion.
Wuchen had built this pavilion especially for him.
At this moment, the pavilion's interior was utterly unlike its previous secluded tranquility, suffused with faint ripples of spiritual light.
Looking up, one could see countless runes racing across the walls, beams, and pillars like lively, darting fish.
This was a clear sign that the third-tier formation and restrictions were operating at full strength.
These runes intertwined into a tightly woven net, wrapping the entire pavilion so securely that not even a wisp of divine sense could easily penetrate it.
Qing Chen sat upright in the second-tier red sandalwood chair at the head of the room.
He had changed his attire. Instead of his previous ordinary training clothes, he now wore an ink-black robe edged in gold.
Three black lotuses were embroidered on the hem-the emblem of the Demon Lotus Sect's Devil Master.
His expression was composed as his gaze swept over those below, his presence commanding respect without a trace of anger.
Lin Changsheng, Su Zixuan, Duan Tianya, Jueqing, Han Shi, and the others sat in order along either side below him.
Their expressions were solemn, their eyes fixed on Qing Chen with utter reverence.
Qing Chen spoke. "Good. With these formation restrictions protecting us, and my divine sense standing guard, even if that Nascent Soul True Lord came here in person, he could not learn a thing about us without alerting us."
At this point, he no longer needed to conceal anything, so he simply laid his cards on the table.
I'm the Devil Master of the Demon Lotus Sect. There, my cards are on the table.
Duan Tianya and the others showed little surprise at the sight of Qing Chen's Devil Master robes.