Back on Prosperous Stone Immortal Star, Jiang Chen hovered in the air, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
We're finally here. The headquarters of the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace.
Below him stretched the vast core of the sect.
Thin white mist drifted through the area, curling around grand pavilions and towering halls. The buildings were lavish and imposing, arranged with the dignity of an ancient powerhouse.
By now, the news of Liang Youwen's death—along with the fall of several other high-ranking figures—had already spread throughout the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace.
As Jiang Chen approached, the effects were obvious.
Many cultivators had already gathered their belongings and fled in haste, afraid of what might come next.
Still, not everyone had chosen to leave.
Some remained behind.
