Zhao Xiaowan sat on the bed, glaring darkly at Hong Ying. "You wretched troublemaker! Every single time, it's you causing a disaster and dragging me into the mess! You deserve to be beaten to death with a wooden paddle!"
Hong Ying hung her head in silence, while Ninth Miss let out sigh after sigh.
Zhao Xiaowan's journey from Qiqiu City to Yuezhou via Hulu Village had gone exceptionally smoothly.
Arriving at the Dark Star Bureau, sneaking into Li Banfeng's office, and finding the key to the companion dwelling had also gone relatively smoothly, though she hadn't managed to evade all the surveillance cameras along the way.
Failing to dodge the surveillance cameras wasn't a major issue; Li Banfeng was the head of the Dark Star Bureau, so he could certainly handle a minor matter like that.
At the time, Li Banfeng was still undergoing his advancement in the Inner States. Unable to contact him, Zhao Xiaowan had simply wanted to return home to ask what had happened.
That was where everything went wrong.
The moment Zhao Xiaowan unlocked the door and stepped up to the threshold, Hong Ying shouted at her, "Seventh Brother is in trouble!"
At the exact same instant, Ninth Miss yelled at Zhao Xiaowan, "Whatever you do, don't come in!"
Eager to explain the situation, Hong Ying lunged forward and hauled Zhao Xiaowan straight into the house.
When the heavy door slammed shut with a resounding clang, Ninth Miss was dumbfounded. "It's over. We can't get out now."
At first, Zhao Xiaowan hadn't taken it too seriously. She figured if she spoke reasonably with the Old Master and asked him to make an exception, they would definitely be able to leave.
Who would have thought the Old Master had fallen into a deep coma, leaving no way to reason with him at all?
"You knew we couldn't leave, yet you insisted on dragging me inside! Beating you to death wouldn't be punishment enough!" Zhao Xiaowan brandished the wooden paddle and gave Hong Ying a furious thrashing.
Hong Ying gritted her teeth, protesting, "I was genuinely panicked back then!"
"What good did your panicking do?! Look at us now—we're all trapped in here!"
Zhao Xiaowan was far more frantic, burning with anxiety. She knew the consequences of a backlash from human qi; if her husband couldn't achieve his advancement, he had no chance of surviving.
Yet if Li Banfeng couldn't even return home, how could he possibly advance?
They were backed completely into a corner. Zhao Xiaowan's eyes reddened with anguish, unable to imagine any other means Li Banfeng might have to survive.
The pendulum had witnessed certain events in Wubian City. Being an intelligent woman herself, she pieced together cause and effect and formed a few deductions. Seeing Zhao Xiaowan in such a state of panic, she wanted to drop a hint: "Actually, our master on the outside—"
Before she could finish, the lady of Room Five called out, "Madam, come look quickly!"
Assuming Li Banfeng had returned, Zhao Xiaowan sprinted on flying feet toward Room Five, only to see the exterior view displayed within.
Several people had entered Li Banfeng's office and were conducting a meticulous search.
Because Zhao Xiaowan hadn't evaded the surveillance equipment, Chen Changrui had learned of an intruder and organized a security sweep.
Hong Ying asked, "Xiaowan, did you hide the key properly earlier?"
"I didn't hide it," Zhao Xiaowan replied. "I left it out in plain sight."
Hong Ying grew anxious. "How could you be so careless?"
Ninth Miss, on the other hand, was not worried. She felt Zhao Xiaowan's approach had been entirely sound: "If it were a knife, leaving it unhidden would mean trouble. But since it's just a key, leaving it in plain view draws no suspicion."
Sure enough, Chen Changrui spotted the key underneath a monitor, but paid it no mind.
After a brief inspection, Chen Changrui led his men away. Zhao Xiaowan let out a breath of relief, though her heart remained suspended in anxiety.
The pendulum tried to speak again, but the old teapot suddenly called out, "Miss Luo, I've been studying Western painting these past two days and can't figure out composition. Could you teach me a thing or two?"
With a dark expression, Zhao Xiaowan said, "You still have the heart to paint at a time like this?"
The old teapot let out a dry chuckle. "I'm just looking for something to pass the time."
The pendulum followed the old teapot to Room Ten.
Spreading out drawing paper, the old teapot lowered his voice. "Some matters bring no benefit if explained clearly, but invite enormous harm if misunderstood. Thus, it is best not to say anything at all."
Realizing the old teapot had also deduced the truth, the pendulum laid her cards on the table: "Seeing Madam so distraught, I truly couldn't bear it."
Pouring some tea and mixing his paints, the old teapot replied, "If you tell her, will she stop worrying? If your guess is off, wouldn't Old Seventh be wrongly accused? And even if you're right, if Old Seventh had no desire to frame it that way, wouldn't you have ruined his plans? Can anything good come from speaking up?"
The pendulum grew somewhat apprehensive. "Once Madam finds out, won't she hold it against me for concealing the truth?"
The teapot sighed. "Even if she does, what of it? Once Old Seventh returns in one piece, what anger could his wife possibly hold onto?"
The pendulum nodded slightly. "You're right. I just don't know where Seventh Master is right now; I only pray he's safe."
Meanwhile, in Qiqiu City, Li Banfeng was at the laboratory entrance trying to get the doors open with the glove.
Having waited outside the laboratory for two days, the glove had spent two days attempting to pick the lock.
Thief Cultivators possessed the ability to open a dark-dimension space, and He Jiaqing was extraordinarily skilled at it. But this was hardly the glove's forte, and what was worse, multiple locks had been placed upon this particular dark-dimension space.
By the evening of the second day, the glove had still met with no success. Luo Zhengnan called and offered Li Banfeng a reminder: "Could Madam have already returned home?"
Was that possible?
If his wife truly had gone home, wouldn't she have notified Luo Zhengnan beforehand?
Not necessarily—because she might not trust Luo Zhengnan.
*Clatter~*
The door lock rattled!
Every member of the household looked toward the front door.
Hong Ying hoped with all her heart that it was Seventh Brother.
Ninth Miss prepared for the worst, worried that the little train had already changed masters.
The red lotus watched in silence, convinced there was no chance Li Banfeng could return.
Zhao Xiaowan charged straight for the door.
She recognized the sound of this key turning. She had opened the door to the companion dwelling herself; though both used keys, her husband's rhythm, speed, and force were entirely unique, and she remembered them clearly.
Li Banfeng pushed the door open. Zhao Xiaowan gently caressed his cheek. As they gazed into each other's eyes for a long time, the anxiety hanging over both of their hearts finally melted away.
"You madman, running off like that! You frightened your humble servant half to death!" Zhao Xiaowan muttered in reproach before burrowing into Li Banfeng's embrace.
Li Banfeng chuckled. "What was there to fear? Don't I run around all over the place normally?"
"How could this time be the same?! They said you absorbed far too much human qi and were on the verge of losing your life, yet no one knew where you had gone!"
As she spoke, everyone turned their eyes toward Li Banfeng.
A single question weighed heavily on all their minds: just how had Li Banfeng managed to return?
Zhao Xiaowan asked, "Husband, how did you dissipate the human qi?"
Hong Ying, Ninth Miss, and the red lotus all watched cautiously, while the souls residing in the various rooms listened with bated breath.
Feeling faint, the pendulum slipped away to Room Three. The dream bell felt dizzy as well and tagged along with her.
The old teapot sighed. "I'm too old for this sort of spectacle."
Looking completely composed, Li Banfeng said, "I have another dwelling on the outside. That dwelling is in—"
"Husband," Zhao Xiaowan gently interrupted him, "when you say you have a dwelling outside, you just mean a place to stay, right?"
Li Banfeng nodded. "Yes, it really is a place to stay."
Hong Ying asked, "Seventh Brother, did you dissipate the human qi just by finding a place to stay?"
Li Banfeng shook his head. "Certainly not. I was able to dissipate the human qi because I achieved an advancement."
Zhao Xiaowan smiled. "An advancement is a fine thing. Husband operates so many businesses; as long as the human qi was dissipated, it's a good thing."
Hong Ying asked, "Seventh Brother, which business did you advance in?"
Jiu'er shot Hong Ying a glare. Whether out of foolishness or curiosity, Hong Ying simply insisted on getting to the bottom of it.
The red lotus merely looked on without a word.
With a calm expression, Li Banfeng replied, "Dwelling Cultivator."
An absolute silence fell over the companion dwelling. Jiu'er could already sense waves of murderous aura radiating through the air.
Li Banfeng continued, "I have a dwelling outside, and I took in a dwelling spirit."
Now even Hong Ying dared not ask another question; the chill warning her from Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Calamity told her under no circumstances should she open her mouth.
Keeping her tone carefully modulated, Zhao Xiaowan asked, "Is that dwelling spirit a good brother of Husband's?"
"Brothers are out of the question," Li Banfeng replied, shaking his head. "That dwelling spirit is a woman."
The red lotus turned around and walked toward Room Two. "I'm too old for this sort of spectacle."
Hong Ying was at a complete loss for words.
The glove tried to console her: "Mistress, Master had nowhere left to turn back then. You really can't blame him for this."
The Tang dao offered testimony: "Glove is speaking the truth! The situation back then was dire. What's more, the dwelling spirit My Lord found outside is exceptionally gorgeous!"
The projector chipped in: "I even kept photos—"
The glove threw a punch into the Tang dao, then spun around to clamp down on the projector.
Ninth Miss said softly, "General Zhao, Old Seventh returning is a joyous thing—nothing could be better than that. Husband and wife can talk through anything; let's not make a laughingstock of ourselves before outsiders."
As she spoke, Ninth Miss glanced toward Room Two, well aware that the red lotus was listening just behind the door.
"Of course it's a joyous thing!" Zhao Xiaowan let out a laugh. "Husband, from now on, while you are at home, you are not permitted to mention that woman outside."
Li Banfeng nodded. "Alright. I won't mention her."
The two sat in silence on the bed for a while. Then, his wife let out a soft sob. "Just tell me, what is so good about her?"
Li Banfeng said, "Didn't you say I wasn't allowed to mention her?"
His wife sniffled again. "Just tell me! What is so good about her?!"
"If I have to say something..." Li Banfeng pondered for a long time. "Her needlework is quite good."
His wife fetched needle and thread and began mending Li Banfeng's clothes. "What's so impressive about needlework? Am I any worse than her? It's only that this body is clumsy! If I were in that other body, my needlework would be far better than hers!"
Li Banfeng looked around the room. "Wife, where is your gramophone body?"
Zhao Xiaowan snapped, "None of your business! If even a supple, lovely body like this couldn't keep your heart, why bother asking about the gramophone body?!"
"Wife, it's not what you think. She is—"
"Don't say it!" his wife fumed. "Didn't I forbid you from mentioning her at home?!"
Li Banfeng said nothing more, quietly watching his wife work the needle.
Before long, his wife couldn't help asking again, "Besides needlework, what else is she good at?"
Li Banfeng said, "She's quite good in a fight."
His wife lifted her head. "Better than me?"
"Hard to say. She is a First-Class Weapon, and in the Inner States, she's considered among the best of fighters!"
"A First-Class Weapon?" His wife studied Li Banfeng. "A weapon can serve as a dwelling spirit?"
After thinking it over, Li Banfeng took his wife's hand. "Precious Wife, usually I'm the one asking you about these things. I don't know about other weapons, but this particular weapon can indeed be a dwelling spirit."
"What is this weapon called?"
"Her name is Jiang Ling'er."
"Jiang Ling'er... A First-Class Weapon... Jiang Ling..." Zhao Xiaowan repeated the name several times, then suddenly broke into a chuckle. "Husband, you're afraid of making me angry, so you're deliberately teasing me, aren't you?"
Li Banfeng shook his head. "I'm not lying to you. Her name really is Jiang Ling'er."
*Da-da-da!*
Zhao Xiaowan suddenly mimicked the percussive beat of theater gongs and drums.
Everyone in the room, including Li Banfeng, instantly grew tense.
His wife was fond of operatic percussion sounds, but that was strictly in her gramophone form; inhabiting this puppet body, she had never displayed such erratic behavior before.
"Husband, how did you come across this First-Class Weapon?"
Li Banfeng answered honestly, "In Wubian City, there was a man named Bao Yingjun who tried to plot against me using this First-Class Weapon. I struck first and killed him, and by a twist of fate, I took this weapon as a dwelling spirit."
Li Banfeng recounted the entire sequence of events.
*Hiss, chug! Hiss, chug!*
Puffing steam, his wife said, "Framed that way, it really doesn't amount to much. Taking a dwelling spirit in the Inner States is an inherently beneficial thing anyway!"
Li Banfeng embraced his wife. "Exactly what I was saying."
Zhao Xiaowan suddenly turned back, puffed a cloud of steam directly into Li Banfeng's face, and asked, "You didn't sleep with her, did you?"
Li Banfeng thought for a moment. "I slept inside that dwelling, but I never slept with her."
Zhao Xiaowan gently caressed Li Banfeng's cheek, declaring with deep appreciation, "I tr-tr-trust Hus-Hus-Husband."
Why had her speech suddenly begun to stutter?
Zhao Xiaowan rotated her neck and shoulders as her facial features twitched erratically. "Husband, apply a bit of machine oil to your humble servant."
"Alright!" Li Banfeng retrieved the oilcan, eyeing Zhao Xiaowan as he tried to figure out where her rear casing panel would be.
Zhao Xiaowan also sensed how abnormal she was acting. "Never mind, forget the oilcan. Let's go to sleep."
"Alright!" Li Banfeng was feeling weary anyway.
The couple lay down on the bed when Zhao Xiaowan abruptly sat straight up. "What are all of you staring at?! We husband and wife are going to sleep! Do you not understand plain words?!"
Seeing the young couple as affectionate as ever, the onlookers dispersed, returning to their respective rooms.
Hong Ying stayed in Room Two, eager to listen for any commotion from the main room. But just as she pressed her ear against the door, it seemed things over there were already finished.
Late in the night, while Hong Ying was sound asleep, a chill crept over her. Opening her eyes, she discovered Zhao Xiaowan sitting right by the bedside, staring straight at her.
Startled, Hong Ying scrambled upright. "What are you doing?!"
Zhao Xiaowan gestured for her to stay quiet. "Yingying, I have something to ask you."
"What is it?"
"That woman is named Jiang Ling, right?"
Hong Ying nodded. "That's what Seventh Brother said."
"And your name is Hong Ying, right?"
Hong Ying nodded again. "That's what my mother told me."
Zhao Xiaowan asked in all seriousness, "What is my name?"
"You're Zhao Xiaowan!"
"I know that. I'm not just Zhao Xiaowan; I'm also Huang Yuxian. What I'm asking is: before I was called Zhao Xiaowan, what was my name?"
Hong Ying was thoroughly confused. "Weren't you named Zhao Xiaowan from birth? Could you have another name?"
"I do!" Zhao Xiaowan nodded earnestly. "I definitely wasn't named Zhao Xiaowan when I was born. But as for what it actually was... I seem to have forgotten."
Li Banfeng, squatting beside Zhao Xiaowan, asked, "Back then Mister Kongfang said your surname was Long. Was that the surname you had at birth?"
"No!" Zhao Xiaowan shook her head repeatedly. "The Long surname was something that came later. The name before Zhao Xiaowan belongs to a time long, long ago."
Hong Ying urged, "Seventh Brother, go fetch her gramophone body back for her. In her rush to come find you, she left that body behind in the laboratory. Staying separated from it for this long is altering her temperament."
*Whoosh!*
His wife blasted a puff of steam at Hong Ying. "I used to be an opera singer; you know that much. But do you know what I was called when I sang opera?"
"Wasn't it still Zhao Xiaowan?"
His wife shook her head. "It wasn't Zhao Xiaowan. I've truly forgotten that name, and I wonder if anyone else still remembers."
Li Banfeng squatted beside Zhao Xiaowan and asked, "Would Jiang Ling'er know?"
Zhao Xiaowan turned her head and glared at Li Banfeng. "Why bring up that vixen?! Do you even care about me anymore?!"
Hong Ying stared at Li Banfeng for a long time.
Zhao Xiaowan asked Hong Ying, "Yingying, do you remember someone named Jiang Ling'er? Yingying, I'm talking to you! You little wretch, what are you spacing out for?!"
Hong Ying stared fixedly at Li Banfeng. "Seventh Brother, when did you come in?"
"Did he come in?" Zhao Xiaowan lifted the quilt to check.
Hong Ying poked Zhao Xiaowan with a finger. "Can you be serious for one moment?! Who's talking about *that*? I'm asking how he entered the room!"
This was no joking matter; Hong Ying was dead serious.
Hong Ying's perception was extraordinarily sharp. Yet Li Banfeng had entered her room without her sensing him at all.
His wife realized something was amiss as well. "Husband, you just reached beyond above the clouds, didn't you? Your skills have improved considerably. It seems you learned quite a bit from that vixen!"
Li Banfeng shook his head. "The moment my advancement ended, I went to Qiqiu City to search for you. The techniques are still for my wife to teach me."
"Once you were done with your business, you cast her aside? Heartless man," his wife huffed, though secretly she felt rather pleased.
Hong Ying called out toward the doorway of Room Three, "Come on in. Stop leaning against the outside of the door to listen."
Ninth Miss entered the room with a chuckle, bantering and playing around with Zhao Xiaowan for a bit.
Yet the more Hong Ying thought about it, the more unsettled she became. No matter how gifted Seventh Brother was, his talent couldn't surpass her own.
Furthermore, if even Ninth Miss couldn't escape Hong Ying's perception, how on earth had Li Qi managed to bypass it?
Li Banfeng held Zhao Xiaowan and asked, "Precious Wife, what technique do you plan to teach me?"
Zhao Xiaowan pinched his cheek. "Once you reach beyond above the clouds, the techniques are no longer something I can teach. You must comprehend them yourself."
Li Banfeng shook his head. "I didn't reach beyond above the clouds. I advanced to the fourth layer above the clouds."
Zhao Xiaowan and Hong Ying looked at Li Banfeng in unison, both finding it unbelievable.
Ninth Miss chuckled. "I told you there was a fourth layer above the clouds, but you wouldn't believe me."
Zhao Xiaowan shook her head. "Impossible. The human qi required to advance to the fourth layer above the clouds exceeds the limit a layer-three cultivator can endure. It defies logic."
Li Banfeng nodded. "Jiang Ling'er said the same thing. That's why it was necessary to siphon off part of the human qi using a Cloud Door technique. She even specially made a cloud for me."
Zhao Xiaowan flared up in rage. "That vixen made a cloud for you as well?! Are you determined to infuriate me to death?! Are you looking down on me because I don't know how to make clouds?! We made the first cloud together, didn't we?! Did you think I made it poorly?! Where is this vixen named Jiang Ling'er? I'm going to kill her right now!"
Zhao Xiaowan was so incensed that smoke billowed from her entire body, and a ball of flame ignited on her chest.
The operatic percussion clattered louder and louder, making Hong Ying's blood boil.
Zhao Xiaowan flailed her two arms in motions that closely resembled two phonograph needles; though inhabiting the puppet body, every gesture was becoming more and more like the gramophone.
"Xiaowan, don't be angry, don't throw a fit," Hong Ying coaxed and consoled her for quite some time until Zhao Xiaowan finally calmed down and went back to bed to sleep.
Once Zhao Xiaowan was fast asleep, Hong Ying cautioned Li Banfeng: "Seventh Brother, you must retrieve her gramophone body as soon as possible. Xiaowan has never remained inside a puppet for this long before. I fear something will go wrong with her."
The next morning, Li Banfeng walked out of his office. Seeing Chen Changrui, he even offered a greeting.
Chen Changrui answered, then came to a screeching halt.
*When did Director Li return?!*
"Director Li, I have an important matter to report to you."
"Later. I have urgent business."
"This matter cannot wait!" Chen Changrui ushered Li Qi back into the office. "Director, someone breached our bureau again. I'll have someone bring the surveillance footage over to you."
Having watched the recording, Li Banfeng knew it was his wife, but he couldn't let Chen Changrui off lightly in speech: "Look at the state of your work! What has the Dark Star Bureau become? How many times has this happened already?!"
Chen Changrui hung his head. "I was just about to submit a formal self-criticism to you."
"Have you reported this to higher authorities?"
Chen Changrui shook his head. "The previous storm hasn't even blown over yet. If superiors found out about this..."
Li Banfeng let out a sigh. "Right now is a critical juncture for preserving the Dark Star Bureau; we cannot afford the slightest slip-up. Suppress the matter for now. Inform the surveillance room to destroy the recording—it must not be leaked!"
With these words from Li Banfeng, Chen Changrui felt immensely relieved.
Li Banfeng traveled to Qiqiu City, used Lühuazi's alms bowl to unlock the laboratory, and carried the gramophone out.
Once his wife returned to the gramophone body, her spirits indeed recovered considerably.
*Chug! Chug!*
"Just thinking of that vixen makes my blood boil! What was that vixen called again?"
Li Banfeng said, "Jiang Ling'er."
"Jiang Ling'er... It's quite a nice name," the gramophone mused for a moment. "Oh well, somehow I don't feel quite so angry anymore. Husband, since you advanced to the fourth layer above the clouds, what technique would you like to learn?"
Li Banfeng smiled. "That depends on which technique Wife is willing to teach me."
His wife replied, "As long as Husband is capable of learning it, your humble servant is willing to teach you anything. Your humble servant still knows two Dwelling Cultivator above-the-clouds techniques: one called Everything as Desired, and another called Interlinked Chambers Bridal Room."
Li Banfeng grew excited. "How do these two techniques work?"
The gramophone summoned the projector, instructing it to provide visual demonstrations as she spoke. "The technique of Everything as Desired, also known as Heart's Desire, allows you to sit at home and receive whatever you wish for."
Li Banfeng's eyes lit up. "Explain the details."
The gramophone hooked the bridge of Li Banfeng's nose with her needle. "Do you really need details? It's as plain as day! If Husband wishes to eat, a banquet of fine wine and delicacies appears in the house. If Husband wishes to fight, reaching out yields superior weapons. If Husband feels cold, a cozy quilt is ready on the bed. And if Husband still feels chilly, a fair maiden can arrive to warm the covers for you."
Li Banfeng embraced the gramophone. "Precious Wife, with such a wonderful technique, why didn't you teach it to me earlier?"
The gramophone rubbed her brass horn against Li Banfeng's cheek. "Precious Husband, you're drooling for it, aren't you? Your humble servant wanted to teach it to you, and our family dwelling did indeed impart this technique to me. I had heard of it in the past as well. Yet as far as I know, not a single Dwelling Cultivator in the world has ever mastered Everything as Desired. There were above-the-clouds Dwelling Cultivators who staked an entire lifetime upon it and failed to grasp even the barest surface."
Li Banfeng couldn't understand. "If the technique exists, how could no one be able to learn it?"
The gramophone puffed a plume of steam. "This technique is just that peculiar, and it is the most difficult technique among Dwelling Cultivators. Husband, do you truly wish to learn it?"
Li Banfeng hesitated.
The gramophone added, "Husband, listen to your humble servant. Learn the Interlinked Chambers Bridal Room technique instead."
"Learning this one is fine too!" Li Banfeng picked up the gramophone and marched toward the bed.
The gramophone struggled vigorously. "Hold on! It doesn't mean *that* kind of bridal chamber! Husband, put your humble servant down first! Husband, don't rush this instant! Husband—look at you acting all domineering, as if this were the only skill you possessed!"
Li Banfeng straightened his clothes and sat calmly to listen to his wife's explanation.
His wife said testily, "The Interlinked Chambers Bridal Room technique is also used within the home. Once practiced to a certain level, it allows you to alter the layout of your dwelling at will."
Li Banfeng didn't pay it much mind. "To what extent can it alter things? Moving furniture back and forth?"
His wife swayed her large horn. "Far more than just furniture! You can rearrange rooms and courtyards however you please. I once knew a layer-three Dwelling Cultivator above the clouds who, relying on Interlinked Chambers Bridal Room, killed two experts beyond above the clouds in one go."
Li Banfeng was intrigued. For a layer-three cultivator above the clouds to counterkill someone beyond above the clouds was not impossible, but slaying two at once was somewhat hard to fathom.
His wife explained, "That Dwelling Cultivator possessed a massive estate spanning seven courtyards deep, containing dozens of courtyards large and small. Two cultivators beyond above the clouds came seeking vengeance against him. Entering through the rear courtyard, they wanted to head to the main courtyard, but ended up in the front courtyard instead. From the front courtyard, they tried to reach the main courtyard again, only to find themselves inexplicably inside the east courtyard. Those two experts wandered that mansion for seven days and seven nights without catching a glimpse of the Dwelling Cultivator. When they finally abandoned their thoughts of revenge, they found they couldn't even escape the compound. Along the way, they suffered numerous ambushes, until, heavily wounded, both were slain inside the dwelling by that Dwelling Cultivator."
Li Banfeng caught his wife's meaning: "In other words, once I learn Interlinked Chambers Bridal Room, I can move Room Seven to Room Two, and even move Room Ten to Room Six?"
His wife nodded. "Husband can move them however you please! Especially for that Travel Cultivator business of yours, relying on Interlinked Chambers Bridal Room allows you to claim the absolute advantage of terrain. Even your humble servant is green with envy at such combat power. Husband? Husband! Are you listening to your humble servant?"
Li Banfeng nodded slightly. "I'm listening, listening very closely."
He had just figured something out.
"Wife, I think I know what's going on in that stairwell. There's a master in the Dark Star Bureau, and he should be a fellow disciple of mine."
PS: Just how high was that master?
Chapter 693