Qin Luo stepped into the hall and saw a middle-aged man in a magnificent brocade robe sitting in the center of the hall. He must be the city lord, Zhao Xuan. His face was cold and stern, his eyes were deep, and he exuded a powerful aura that made him someone not to be underestimated.
"Are you the one who's been going around the city asking for information?"
City Lord Zhao Xuan spoke slowly, his voice deep and carrying an obvious air of authority, echoing in the empty hall.
"I didn't expect that just asking about some information would make this city lord seem so petty."
Qin Luo muttered something to himself, then slightly clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, replying neither humbly nor arrogantly:
"I am merely a newcomer here, and I am curious about this You City, wishing to learn more about it. I wonder why the City Lord has gone to such lengths to invite me here?"
"Oh? Is that really so? But for someone who has just arrived in Youcheng, aren't your inquiries a bit too detailed?"
Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Luo. His originally deep voice became even colder.
As he spoke, wisps of the saintly aura emanated from him, subtly spreading through the air and instantly making the atmosphere in the spacious hall heavy as lead, so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.
"Besides, why don't you show your true face, young friend?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura of a saint was revealed without reservation, pressing down on Qin Luo.
Qin Luo suddenly felt an overwhelming force rushing towards him, like a giant mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
This startled him. Zhao Xuan's strength far exceeded his expectations. The pressure from his aura alone was terrifying. If they were to fight, he feared he would have no chance of dealing with it.
The next moment, spiritual energy suddenly appeared, and a faint white mist emerged from the straight body, mixed with a tiny bit of the aura of the beginning of heaven and earth.
Although this aura was faint, it formed a tenacious resistance under the pressure of the saint.
Upon seeing the spiritual energy emanating from Qin Luo, the coldness in Zhao Xuan's eyes dissipated considerably, and the oppressive aura of a saint also faded away.
His gaze was fixed on Qin Luo, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he spoke:
"Your aura is rather peculiar, not of the ordinary kind. Tell me, what is your background? Why are you in Youcheng, and why are you inquiring about things in the city?"
Although his tone remained serious, it had lost some of its previous chilling and oppressive quality.
This sudden change in mood caused a hint of surprise to flash in Qin Luo's eyes, wondering what Zhao Xuan was up to.
Just as he was about to respond, the commanding voice of the Supreme Remnant Soul rang in his mind once again.
The sudden command made him pause, but he quickly regained his balance, head held high, chest out, his expression neither humble nor arrogant, and declared in a clear voice:
"The Heavenly Pavilion of the Universe, where old friends return."
Upon hearing this answer, Zhao Xuan's body trembled, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
His eyes were fixed on Qin Luo, as if trying to find a flaw in his face. After a moment, he said:
"The Celestial Pavilion of the Universe... You say you're an old friend, do you have any keepsake?"
His tone carried a hint of probing, but his eyes remained sharp, showing no sign of letting his guard down.
Qin Luo was prepared for this. He reached into his robes and took out an item, which was a talisman formed from dark mist. It was wisps of mist swirling around his palm. This was the black mist token given to him by the remnant soul of the Supreme Being.
Zhao Xuan's gaze was instantly drawn to the black mist talisman. A complex expression flashed in his eyes, a mixture of surprise, doubt, and above all, solemnity.
He stared for a long time, as if confirming something, and then slowly nodded, the hesitation in his eyes gradually disappearing.
Seeing this, Qin Luo felt somewhat relieved and immediately seized the opportunity to ask:
"Lord Zhao, could you please tell me who is currently in power on the Netherworld Continent? After all, this item was given to me by that senior, and the message she sent me must have a deeper meaning."
After speaking, Qin Luo looked at Zhao Xuan with sincere eyes, the black mist token in his hand shimmering with a faint light, as if silently confirming the truth of his words.
Upon hearing Qin Luo's question, Zhao Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the token and finally spoke:
"Now that I am ashamed that the Supreme One is in power, I cannot say any more, after all..."
Upon hearing this, within the ring, the remnant soul of the Supreme Being couldn't help but murmur:
"The Supreme Being of Heartfelt Remorse? This name is quite unfamiliar. Could he be a powerful figure who has recently entered the Supreme Realm in the last thousand years? I wonder what his background is, and whether he has the ability to communicate with my sister..."
As he spoke, the Supreme Remnant Soul's emotions fluctuated noticeably, and his originally calm and profound aura was now mixed with a hint of worry.
However, she quickly had Qin Luo hand over the token.
Upon hearing this command, Qin Luo calmly handed over the black mist token and said:
"Lord Zhao, please present this token to Supreme Xin Kui. At that time, the Supreme Senior will see the token as if he were seeing the person, and will understand all the details."
Zhao Xuan took the token and examined it carefully. He saw the black mist flowing in his hand and felt it; it did indeed carry a trace of the aura of a supreme expert.
His expression was solemn as he said:
"You wait here for news, and I will handle this matter as soon as possible."
After saying that, Zhao Xuan turned and left, leaving Qin Luo alone in the room.
After Zhao Xuan left, Qin Luo silently communicated with the remnant soul of the Supreme Being:
"Senior, isn't this too risky? What if this Supreme Being Xin Kui harbors ill intentions? Wouldn't we be put in a passive position?"
At this moment, the Supreme Remnant Soul was preoccupied with wondering which genius had managed to break through and advance to the Supreme Heartfelt Ascension.
Just as Qin Luo uttered these worried words, the arrogant voice of the Supreme Remnant Soul immediately resounded in his mind:
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