In the Xianling City inn, the middle-aged keeper, who had been incessantly clicking the abacus beads, suddenly stopped without notice.
The inn momentarily plunged into a brief silence before bursting into uproar.
Most of the geniuses from around the world, young gentlemen all, appeared complex and confused, visibly disturbed.
To them, the name Si Chen was merely the subject of idle post-dinner chit-chat about the Shifang City damsel's privately kept handsome paramour, tinged with disdainful condescension.
Moreover, to become the City Lord of Xianling City, one must carry the Immortal Bloodline. Historically, no guest cultivator had ever replaced their master to rule the city.
An absurd thought suddenly arose in everyone's minds.
Had the Empress been momentarily confused and made some kind of mistake?
On the other side of the city wall, Lan Youdie, clad in silver Light Armor, was just considering how to cleverly ensnare that handsome but luckless dead man's paramour.
