Thunder Continent, Eight Directions Mountain Range.
In a manor filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers, Li Mengyun and a tall blue-robed youth were sitting in a green stone pavilion, idly chatting over tea. Chen Qi was reporting to them.
"Never would I have imagined that so many significant events would transpire during my retreat."
The blue-robed youth furrowed his brow as he spoke.
Shangguan Lang, at the Great Vehicle Early Stage, vice-leader of the Eight Directions Tower.
"The Dark Qilin and the Blue-Eyed Cold Silkworm have thrown the surrounding dozen realms into chaos. Now, even Mahayana Cultivators dare not venture out alone, especially those merchant convoys from major powers."
Li Mengyun said.
Shangguan Lang nodded and then asked, "Has the leader emerged from retreat yet?"
