The position of City Lord of Eastern City is very high.
As the City Lord of Eastern City, one of the nine major cities under the Azure Emperor Palace, one possesses status even within the Imperial Palace.
And the old butler, as the person in charge of managing all affairs of the City Lord's Mansion, practically has everything pass through his hands.
"Butler."
The monitoring personnel swallowed.
"Cease your panic,"
The butler rebuked, "What is this frantic behavior?"
The monitoring personnel quickly composed themselves and soon calmed down.
"Speak, what is it?"
Seeing that he had stabilized, the old butler asked.
"Overlord and the others have arrived..."
"Hmm?"
The old butler frowned, "What Overlord?"
He couldn't recall for a moment.
The monitoring personnel quickly said, "The one you ordered us to monitor, Overlord, The Angler, Dream Monk, they have entered the city..."
Just mentioning the name Overlord, the old butler didn't understand.
But when he mentioned the names The Angler and Dream Monk, a look of joy immediately appeared on the old butler's face. "Really? Are they here together?"
"Yes."
The old butler became anxious. "Why didn't you say so sooner? You've wasted so much time."
The monitoring personnel: "..."
They felt immense grievance but dared not complain.
The old butler turned and left.
This matter concerning these three individuals had to be reported to the City Lord.
This matter had been personally instructed from above.
These prodigies from the Eastern and Central Continents were all on the Azure Emperor Palace's records.
A moment later...
Figures rapidly emerged from the City Lord's Mansion and disappeared into the crowd.
...
On the other side.
Chen Fan, led by the three of Overlord, arrived at a dead, ancient mansion.
The enormous mansion was already dilapidated. A sweep of the eyes revealed no trace of life, as desolate as a haunted house.
"Hmm?"
However...
A soft hum escaped Chen Fan's lips.
Even standing outside the mansion, he sensed something different.
Above this mansion, a mysterious aura seemed to be floating.
Chen Fan smiled, "Interesting..."
That peculiar aura should be some form of profound Dao.
It was unfamiliar, something he had never experienced.
"Let's go in."
Dream Monk chanted a Buddhist phrase and was the first to push open the mansion gate.
Chen Fan and the other two filed in.
This mansion had no restrictions set up.
There were signs of human activity in the courtyard, indicating someone had been there not long ago.
Upon entering this place, everyone except Chen Fan became somber.
Chen Fan watched their retreating backs, remaining silent.
The ancient mansion was vast, with rockeries, gardens, and a small lake... all now in disrepair.
Soon, the four of them stopped in front of a house deep within the courtyard.
Creak!
Dream Monk directly pushed open the door.
This time, no one entered.
"Hoo."
A blast of cold wind blew out from the room.
The moment the door opened, the special aura that had been lingering above the courtyard became even more concentrated.
This was the source.
"City Lord Chen."
The Angler spoke, "The heroic spirit you are summoning is in this room..."
Chen Fan glanced at him but said nothing.
He stepped forward and entered the room.
Creak.
The Angler followed and stepped inside.
Overlord and Dream Monk called out from outside, "Leave the matters outside to us."
Chen Fan didn't understand and looked at the two with confusion.
"Close the door."
Overlord directly shut the door.
Inside the room, The Angler remained silent.
After a moment, he said, "City Lord, someone died in this room. This person is very important concerning the fight against the Azure Emperor, and I have some questions for him."
"Understood."
Chen Fan nodded.
Then, with a 'whoosh', the River of Rules appeared.
Human rules flowed, and a tiny stream of rule-water flowed through.
This rule was a branch of the Great Dao of Death.
When Chen Fan opened the River of Rules that day, he had sorted it out, but it was very weak and no one had cultivated it, so it had always remained weak.
For a long time, it lay dormant in the river until it appeared today.
"Come."
Chen Fan beckoned with his hand.
Hum.
The rule of the undead manifested.
The rules permeated the room, as if a gust of cold wind was blowing.
There was no grand aura, only a sense of natural progression.
"Heroic Spirit, appear."
Chen Fan roared.
The rules filled the room, and fragments of the fallen heroic spirit quickly gathered.
Tiny, invisible soul fragments were summoned by the rule of the undead in the netherworld.
Nurtured by the rule of the undead, the soul fragments quickly converged.
Then... a figure clad in golden robes appeared.
Handsome, charming, radiant...
Even after falling and returning, the man retained his demeanor from life.
The man opened his eyes.
They were eyes of immense gentleness.
"Son of Heaven."
The Angler was extremely excited.
The man smiled, "The Angler, long time no see..."
Then, he looked at Chen Fan and, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes, said, "Thank you, friend, for gathering my soul, allowing me to return once more."
Chen Fan nodded, saying nothing.
This was something he had long promised The Angler.
Completing it today also resolved a wish.
For some reason, Chen Fan, seeing this man named Son of Heaven for the first time, felt an inexplicable sense of goodwill towards him.
This feeling had never occurred before.
Although curious, he did not ask.
"Boom."
At this moment, a violent explosion suddenly erupted from outside.
Strong individuals were fighting outside.
Amidst the deafening roar, faint cries of pain could be heard.
Chen Fan sensed it, and so could The Angler and Son of Heaven.
"Alas."
Son of Heaven sighed, "Is that Overlord and Dream Monk? I've caused you trouble."
The Angler cut to the chase, "Where is the item?"
"Liangshan."
Son of Heaven directly gave the location.
Whoosh.
The Angler breathed a sigh of relief.
Summoning Son of Heaven again was only for one question.
The most important question had been asked. Although the fight was still raging outside, The Angler was not anxious at all and calmly asked, "What happened to you? How were you discovered?"
"I don't know."
Son of Heaven shook his head. "The moment I arrived here that day, I was surrounded by strong individuals from the Azure Emperor Palace and eventually died here."
"No reason?"
The Angler was not satisfied with this answer.
He had always suspected betrayal.
He had thought Son of Heaven might know some answers, but he was disappointed again.
Son of Heaven added, "I know what you're suspecting, but since we've chosen to cooperate, you must trust our comrades."
"..." The Angler.
Son of Heaven's character had always been this way.
But he was different.
The two spoke for a while longer.
Finally, Son of Heaven cupped his fists towards Chen Fan and said, "Friend, how much time do I have left?"
"It depends..."
Chen Fan chose his words carefully, then said, "If I don't fight, I can last up to three days. If I do, it depends on the intensity."
This question was difficult to answer.
Son of Heaven smiled, "Good. If that's the case, then I shall contribute one last time for you all."