Three days passed in a flash.
Inside the grand hall, Changge had just finished a day of cultivation and stepped out of his room, lifting up the teacup and draining it in one gulp.
"Will people from the Holy Land of Central State come looking for Lord Jun in the next few days?"
Wang Yue asked curiously while massaging Lord Jun's shoulders.
Besides the kneading, she kept rubbing back and forth on Lord Jun's back as if she were unable to stop herself.
"According to what Senior Xue said, someone will come within half a month at most," he replied.
"But I don't know how many from the Central State Holy Land will come."
Changge's state of mind was as serene as a saint's after a day of cultivation, unaffected and calm like still water.
"With such a heaven-defying talent as yours, I'm afraid all Four Great Sacred Lands might gather," she mused.
"The Elders of the Holy Land... even Father Emperor would have to treat them as distinguished guests."
