Soul-Calling

In truth, before convening today's meeting, Luo Jingtian had still been wavering.

He admired Gu Qinghuan's abilities greatly—that much was beyond doubt. Otherwise, he would never have deigned to call him "sir."

But he also had a heart full of ambition, an ambition to sweep away every obstacle and unite the continent.

And in his eyes, Jiang Beiran was undoubtedly one of those obstacles.

But after hearing what Qin Yishang had to say, he realized his own horizons had indeed been too narrow.

As the saying went, there were no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

For now, cooperating with Jiang Beiran was undoubtedly the best choice.

Of course, what moved him most were the words "Profound Emperor."

As one of the peak experts of the Profound Dragon Continent, how could he not want to take another step forward and enter that legendary realm?

Now that the opportunity was right before him, how could he push it away with his own hands?

So without much hesitation, he directly agreed with Qin Yishang's decision—a decision that could only profit and never lose.

Meanwhile, Jiang Beiran's Flying Mansion had already landed in a small farmstead within Tan Kingdom.

This was Xu Meiying's home. It could be called simple and unadorned. From the outside, one would never be able to tell that an existence like a Ghost Cultivator lived here.

"Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock-knock."

With that rhythmic knocking, Jiang Beiran understood that these Ghost Cultivators truly were cautious in every detail of their daily lives, hiding themselves extremely deeply.

But thinking about it, that made sense. Ghost Cultivators who could cultivate to their level had surely evaded countless hunts. Every one of them was absolutely a fox among foxes.

Very soon, Jiang Beiran heard a burst of hurried footsteps from inside the estate.

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