However, just as Lu Chen left, Dingdang seemed to have sensed something. She turned towards the direction of the Dragon Lake and saw a figure appear from behind a large rock by the lakeside.
Dingdang's lips curled into a joyful smile. She tucked the fire lighter into her bosom and strode towards that direction.
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Tea Mountain and Qingshuitang Village were just inconspicuous villages under the influence of the Qianqiu Sect in South Pine Mountain. The Qianqiu Sect itself was actually just an inconspicuous small sect in the incomparably powerful cultivation world of Middle Earth. On the vast and boundless Middle Earth, there were billions of living beings, countless powerful cultivation sects and cultivators, just like the stars in the night sky.
In the current human cultivation world, Zhenxianmeng was fully deserving of the title of number one power in the world. This was because it was not just a single sect. In fact, Zhenxianmeng was an alliance of hundreds and thousands of powerful cultivation sects. As long as one was famous in Middle Earth, their strength could be seen on the stage. Other than heretical existences like the Three Realms Divine Sect, the rest were almost all members of Zhenxianmeng.
This huge organization had a very long history. In the long years, this special and huge organization had formed a foundation that was different from all the other cultivation sects, and that was the "Immortal City". Most of the cultivation sects in the world, no matter big or small, were like the Thousand Autumns Sect. They occupied a blessed land for their disciples to cultivate, and then naturally developed a city at the foot of the mountain next to the spiritual land. However, the True Immortal Alliance did not do so. This organization directly built a huge city on the most fertile and vast land of the Middle-earth, the Four Rivers Plain. After many years of expansion and repair, the Immortal City was already the most prosperous and powerful city in Middle Earth. It was also the most desirable city. All of the important sects of Zhenxianmeng were also located in this city.
In the huge and ancient city, there were countless people living, bustling with activity, coming and going. Between the intersection of light and darkness, there were countless sorrows and joys of separation and reunion. There was light and there was darkness. It was like the sun rising and setting, an endless cycle of reincarnation.
Inside the huge city, there was an extremely secretive place. It looked like a secret room, but it was also very spacious. There was a large round table in the room. The center of the table was empty, and a ball of flame was burning on it. The flame swayed silently, but if one looked closely, they would find that under the light of the flame, there was a pile of strange bones. They looked like beasts, but not beasts. They looked ferocious and terrifying, and even looked a little like the faces of evil spirits in ancient legends.
Apart from that, there was only a lone figure sitting on a high-backed iron chair at the big round table with eleven seats in the room. It was a person shrouded in a black and red robe. There was also a hooded cloak on his back, covering his hair and neck. In front of his face, he even wore a golden mask. In other words, other than a pair of eyes, this person did not reveal a single inch of skin.
The golden mask was carved with the face of a terrifying evil spirit. It looked a little like the burning bones at the center of the table, and it also added a gloomy aura to the figure. The entire secret room was silent. This mysterious masked man just sat there quietly, staring at the burning ball of flame. He did not move for a long time.
The fire burned fiercely, and it was reflected in his pupils, as if there were two balls of flame burning in the depths of his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, suddenly, a soft sound came from a corner of the secret room. Then, a door appeared from the shadows, and a person pushed the door open and walked in.
It was a man who looked to be in his thirties. His face was ordinary, and he looked like the kind of person that could be seen on the streets every day. Even his clothes were very ordinary, and he would not attract anyone's attention. The man's eyes swept around the secret room, and soon fell on the mysterious figure beside the strange round table.
His face tightened, and there was a hint of nervousness in the depths of his eyes. But his expression did not change much. He quickly walked over, and with a table between them, he bowed respectfully.
"Chen He greets the elder."
The head of the man wearing the golden evil spirit mask moved slightly, and then he looked at him. After a moment, a strange voice sounded. It was hoarse and low, and it sounded like metal and stone crisscrossing. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. He only felt a dull pain in his eardrums. "How was the interrogation?"
Chen He took a deep breath, and his head was slightly lowered. "That guy couldn't withstand the punishment, and he's already dead. But from what he said before he died, he should not know Hei Lang of the past. "
The flame in the secret room suddenly sprang up, like a silent and terrible evil spirit, and suddenly roared. It was hair-raising.
A suffocating silence suddenly descended upon this dark secret chamber. The man named Chen He stood there like a javelin, his eyes looking down at his nose, his nose looking down at his heart, not even daring to breathe loudly.
After a while, the burning flame gradually calmed down, and the golden evil spirit mask raised its head again. The strange and hoarse voice sounded again. "Almost all the fish that escaped the net in the Battle of the Barren Valley have been investigated, and there is still nothing. What do you plan to do next? "
Chen He was silent for a moment, and then said, "After the disaster ten years ago, the traitor disappeared without a trace. Although we have been trying hard to track him down, every time we find a clue, it is either cut off by others, or it alarmed some forces in Zhenxianmeng, and they often backfire on us. From this, we can see that there is an extremely powerful force in Zhenxianmeng that is protecting the traitor. "
Behind the golden evil spirit mask, there seemed to be a cold snort full of hatred and viciousness. "Go on."
Chen He said in a low voice, "I think that the traitor is not in the Celestial City now. Perhaps he is hidden by some big shot in some corner of the world, or even in some random small sect, pretending to be a harmless nobody to humans and animals, so that he can avoid being hunted by us."
There was no reply from behind the mask.
Chen He paused for a moment, then said, "So in my opinion, maybe we should change to another method."
"Hmm? What is it? "The golden mask moved slightly, as if it was a little moved.
"In the past ten years, all kinds of signs show that Zhenxianmeng is inextricably linked to the Battle of the Barren Valley. So if we want to find the traitor, Hei Lang, we should also put more effort into Zhenxianmeng. Previously, it was too difficult to find a way among the many cultivation sects."
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