I entered Julian Hawthorne's mansion, immediately scanning the crowded room while appearing casual. The villa was a showcase of excess—crystal chandeliers, marble floors, priceless art—but I was far more interested in what couldn't be seen. The spiritual energy here was astonishing, almost pulsing through the air, invisible to most but practically tangible to me.
While guests mingled in their designer clothes clutching champagne flutes, I discreetly moved toward a less populated corner of the grand ballroom. The richest qi seemed to flow from beneath the house, like an underground spring of spiritual energy. This was no accident; someone had deliberately built here.
"This location was chosen for a reason," I murmured to myself, leaning against a pillar. I closed my eyes briefly, drawing in the energy through controlled breaths. Even just standing here, I could feel my cultivation strengthening.
