On the main peak of Tiandang Peak, within a dark Blessed Abode.
A young man in black sat cross-legged, palms facing upwards, and sank into deep meditation.
"Little Friend! This doesn't look good!"
A voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"What's wrong, Old Shi?"
Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes, a bewildered expression on his face.
"The depths of this Blessed Abode are filled with a malevolent aura, as if suppressing countless resentful souls! That old Daoist, Yuanyi, must be hiding some unspeakable secret!" said the mysterious old man in the ring.
Ye Chen scoffed. "Hmph, never mind him. If this were before, this Princely Heir might have had some reservations. But now, it doesn't matter."
"Old Shi, let me ask you," Ye Chen continued, "isn't this Blessed Abode the one with the densest and purest Spiritual Energy on all of Tiandang Peak?"
"Indeed it is. However..."
The person in the ring wanted to say something more but was cut off.
