The city's night was as calm as ever, with neon lights reflecting off the streets and alleys, dressing the bustling streetscape in a dreamlike, illusory beauty. Chen Haotian sat in the corner of a teahouse, quietly sipping the Pu-erh tea in his hand. Outside the window, traffic hummed past, but his gaze appeared exceptionally deep.
Ever since returning to the city, Chen Haotian had been pondering the jade slip coveted by the Nether Sect. The material of this jade slip was ancient, and its surface was covered with obscure, hard-to-understand runes, emanating a sense of remote antiquity.
"It seems this thing is more than just an ordinary cultivation resource." Chen Haotian took out the jade slip, studied it carefully for a moment, and decided to infuse a trace of spiritual energy to investigate.
Chapter 65