As Mo Hua released his Divine Sense to probe, within the most luxurious residence in Thousand Families Town, a middle-aged cultivator with a harsh face and a lean figure suddenly opened his eyes, his expression slightly startled.
He furrowed his brows and instructed:
"Call Zer here."
The servant complied and left. Shortly after, a frivolous-looking young man entered and casually said:
"Dad, what’s up?"
The middle-aged cultivator’s name was Sun Yi, and he was the Sun Family head.
This young man was named Sun Ze, the legitimate eldest son of the Sun Family.
Family head Sun Yi with a frown said, "A cultivator is probing with Divine Sense."
Surprised, Sun Ze asked, "A Foundation Establishment cultivator?"
Sun Yi nodded, "This Divine Sense is extremely subtle and profound. It simply swept by; had I not been engrossed in comprehending a Formation, focusing my Divine Sense, I might not have noticed it at all."
"This person is undoubtedly a Foundation Establishment cultivator!" Sun Yi declared with certainty.
Sun Ze also furrowed his brows:
"What would a Foundation Establishment cultivator be doing in Thousand Families Town?"
Sun Yi pondered for a moment before speaking slowly:
"Whatever he’s up to, we will treat him with hospitality. If we can avoid provoking him, we should. The sooner we send him on his way, the better."
Then he instructed, "This Foundation Establishment cultivator, using Divine Sense to find the way, must be a cultivator from outside."
"There’s only one road leading to Thousand Families Town from outside."
"You take some people to greet him, invite them as guests, and make sure not to offend them."
Dissatisfied, Sun Ze said, "Why go through such trouble? If he wants to come, let him come; if he wants to go, let him go. Why should we care about him?"
Sun Yi chided, "What do you know? Not all Foundation Establishment cultivators are equal. Our Sun Family lives in a remote location, it is natural for us to make connections with other cultivators. Even if we don’t make connections, we need to understand what he came for and avoid offending him."
"Besides, this Foundation Establishment cultivator might not be someone to be taken lightly."
This Divine Sense made him feel a deep sense of wariness.
Chastised by Sun Yi, Sun Ze had no choice but to comply:
"Fine, dad, I’ll listen to you."
After Sun Ze left, Sun Yi still knitted his brows with a troubled mind, and his gaze gradually turned cold, "I hope he’s not here to cause trouble..."
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In Thousand Lamps Town.
Old Kui was cracking pine nuts, driving a horse carriage.
Big White was pulling the carriage, slowly moving along the streets of Thousand Lamps Town.
Mo Hua leaned out, surveying the various Formations around him.
However, the surrounding houses were low, and the Formations crude; there was not much to look at.
After a while, several cultivators appeared ahead on the road.
The one leading was a young cultivator dressed in brocade, with a frivolous face, but trying to look dignified.
Old Kui stopped the carriage.
The young cultivator smiled and greeted with clasped hands:
"We have not gone afar to welcome our distinguished guests."
Old Kui’s expression was wooden as he replied indifferently, "Who are you?"
The voice was grating like dry wood, clearly a human voice yet not quite like one.
A shiver ran through the hearts of the Sun Family members.
Sun Ze hurriedly said, "I am Sun Ze, the eldest son of the Sun Family from Thousand Families Town."
Old Kui asked again blandly, "What is the matter?"
The hoarse voice made Sun Ze somewhat uncomfortable and also slightly resentful.
Usually, it was he who asked others questions, and he was rarely addressed with such a cool tone.
But his father had already spoken, and he dared not contravene.
Just an old carter appeared so enigmatic; the cultivator sitting in the carriage must be even more extraordinary.
If there was really a Foundation Establishment cultivator, then he was someone Sun Ze could not afford to offend.
Thus, Sun Ze said respectfully, "Thousand Families Town is modest, and we fear we may offend our distinguished guests. If our guests do not mind, may they please step over to the Sun Family, so that we may offer the modest hospitality of the host."
Old Kui remained silent.
Inside the carriage, Mo Hua’s three disciples looked at each other before all turning to Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly.