Two days later.
Suspended City West City, South Land Square.
"Hey, nephew, have you heard?"
"Uncle, are you talking about... that thing?"
"Is there anything else to see in the city these days besides that big event? I heard that all the family heads of the branches have been summoned back for that matter."
In a teahouse in the market, a dozen or so tea patrons were seated scatteredly, and a pair of uncle and nephew sitting by the window were whispering mysteriously, exchanging secrets.
At this time, Chen Mingxue, who was sitting at the table next to them, happened to overhear, but he was confused and couldn't understand what the "big event" was.
This year, Chen Mingxue was already in his sixties. After a lifetime of cultivation, he only managed to reach the Qi Refining Eighth Layer. Born in the Suspended City, he spent his life guarding the teahouse passed down from his ancestors and had hardly ever traveled far.
