Chapter 43 12 Branches_1

Outside Shuanglong River, atop a great mountain.

Yibai followed Zhao Lingguan to an old house in the mountain.

The old house was a wooden hut, the ground covered with withered leaves, cobwebs and dust shrouded every corner, and the wooden door was only half-intact, the other half nowhere to be found, clearly left untended for many years.

"What place is this?"

Yibai entered the old house, filled with curiosity.

"This was once the abode of an elder who resided in the mountain and was enshrined by me. The elder passed away many years ago, leaving no offspring, and thus, this place has fallen into ruin. I have something to discuss with you today, so I have borrowed this place for our use."

Zhao Lingguan appeared quite emotional, entered the house, and made himself comfortable on a stone chair in the courtyard.

"If the elder of this place knew that Zhao Lingguan has graced his house, he would probably be overjoyed."

Yibai coiled his serpent body next to the stone chair and joked.