Under the guidance of the Ruan family's servant, Chen Zhixing passed through corridors and towers, eventually arriving at a secluded courtyard.
"Third Young Master, you can rest here. I'll be outside the courtyard. If you need anything, just pull the bell in the room," the Ruan family's servant said respectfully and then bowed and retreated.
Chen Zhixing nodded, pushed open the wooden door of the chamber, and walked in.
As for Elder Nether, he went off indulging himself somewhere, following his whims.
According to Elder Nether, having guarded Ziwei Mountain his whole life, can't he enjoy himself a bit?
Chen Zhixing could only smile wryly and let him be.
Creek.
Chen Zhixing closed the door, then waved his right hand, setting up several fog arrays to conceal detection, before sitting cross-legged.
"Firstly, the first divine technique, Desolate Eye."
Chen Zhixing silently chanted in his heart.
In an instant.
Grey-white mist suddenly surged in Chen Zhixing's eyes.
