Another twenty-odd days passed, and more than ten Nascent Soul True Masters successively came to dwell in the garden estate. Because Zhang Yan's group alone had four Nascent Soul cultivators, they drew quite a few eyes, and since they lived side by side with the others, many people took the initiative to visit and seek acquaintance.
Among them was one called Chen Shougu, who in the past had had a brief encounter with Limping Daoist. He was a humorous sort, fond of befriending fellow Daoists, and often came by to pay visits. After going back and forth a few times, he gradually became familiar with the four of them.
On this day, Limping Daoist was playing chess with Chen Shougu, while Song Chuyuan watched from the side. Just as the game had reached an engrossing point, the three suddenly felt a resonance and turned their heads in unison, seeing yet another streak of tunneling light fly in from outside and fall into a separate courtyard at the foot of the mountain.
