Qingqiu Mountain summit, Qingqiu Palace.
The grand hall was completely empty.
Tables, chairs, and benches had all been cleared out, along with the decorative vases and calligraphy scrolls.
The portrait of the Pure Yang Dao Ancestor on the wall had been torn down, and the altar below it was replaced by a tall, grayish-white stone chair with a high back.
Lan Zhang propped his face on his left hand, holding a rolled White Jade Scroll with gold inlays in his right hand, his eyelids drooping lazily as he read.
"The Linglong Golden Chapter?"
"You picked this barren hunting ground on Qingqiu Mountain just for this?"
"You didn't get duped by some nonsense God Monarch Green Worm, did you?"
In the depths of the hall's shadows, countless eyes suddenly appeared out of thin air.
A patch of pure black shadow, resembling a floating ribbon, rose from the ground and emerged beside Lan Zhang's right ear.
