A moment later, he opened his eyes, his gaze steady, and headed straight towards the west of the city.
The west of Lingbi City, compared to the bustling center, appeared more tranquil. On both sides of the street were grand estates, with high walls and arrays isolating the inside from the outside.
Chu Zheng's steps halted in front of a seemingly ordinary courtyard, with blue tiles and white walls, the ancient facade seemingly plain, except for the presence of two martial cultivators standing guard at the entrance, indicating that this was not an ordinary household.
Upon seeing Chu Zheng approach, the two cultivators, who had evidently been informed beforehand, immediately bowed in greeting and silently made way for him.
Chu Zheng pushed the door open and entered.
The courtyard was serene, with several unknown spirit plants planted, their leaves emitting a faint glow.
In the courtyard stood two figures like stone statues, none other than Zheng Ping and Chu An.
"Master!"
