"Father, you wanted to see me?"
Xu Yinhè shook his head, glancing to the side:
"It’s not me who’s looking for you, it’s your uncle."
Startled by the words, Xu Yuan turned his gaze and upon seeing the figure in white robes purer than snow, he couldn’t help but crack a slight smile:
"Uncle, you’ve returned?"
"Have you found the Sumeru Ring?" Xu Yuan asked.
Feng Jiuxuan affirmed:
"Are you going to start cultivating it?" Xu Yuan continued to inquire.
Feng Jiuxuan shook his head, his words direct:
"Changtian, do you know someone named Tianyan?"
Without thinking, Xu Yuan glanced over at Xu Yinhè, only to see his old man pretending to be dead and engrossed in his paperwork. He reluctantly nodded, "I know her, but why do you bring her up, uncle..."
"What..." Xu Yuan’s eyes widened slightly.
"...and then resurrected her with a secret technique."
Seeing Xu Yuan’s expression, Feng Jiuxuan huffed coldly:
"Next time, tell me about these things in advance. If she hadn’t been with her master, she would be dead now."
Xu Yuan’s thoughts raced as he cautiously shifted the topic:
"Uncle, do you mean that you encountered the Heaven’s Watchtower Master in the Qionghua Secret Realm?"
"Yes, a very powerful woman. I wasn’t sure I could kill her, so we ended up collaborating instead."
Feng Jiuxuan stared at Xu Yuan, emphasizing each word:
"I searched the location you described for nearly ten days and couldn’t find it, so I had no choice but to cooperate with the Heaven’s Watchtower Master."
What could he do? Absolutely nothing.
He was not Tianyan, after all; his memories were so blurred that they were nearly forgotten. Being able to give a rough idea was already quite difficult.
At this moment, Xu Yinhè set aside his documents and voiced:
"Changtian, tell us everything you know about Heaven’s Watchtower. It seems they plan to reemerge into the world soon."
A silent pause of two seconds, as the information was somewhat overwhelming.
Xu Yuan took a deep breath and quickly removed the Soul Ring, sliding it forward:
"Father, uncle, ask him. This old man is a Saint of Heaven’s Watchtower."
"......" The Saint’s Remnant Soul.
under the watchful eyes of Xu Yinhè and Feng Jiuxuan, a deep and resonant voice rose from the Soul Ring:
"Old man... cough, the information I possess is from ten thousand years ago, very complex, and even if I were to explain, you would probably find it uninteresting. However, regarding Heaven’s Watchtower’s return, I do have some speculation."
As he spoke, a scholarly phantom slowly drifted out from the Soul Ring.
Xu Yinhè eyed the remnant soul, his voice indifferent:
"Elder, please speak freely."
The Saint’s Remnant Soul fell silent for two seconds, then spoke in a low voice:
"Heaven’s Watchtower has always been the common enemy of the world. No one wishes to see such a power that can divine the secrets of heaven remain. Ten thousand years ago, during the Great Calamity of Foreign Ghosts, Heaven’s Watchtower’s strength was compromised, and they were besieged to death. The only reason they would choose to resurface is one possibility."
Old Man Luo paused, casting a glance at the two Saints in front of him, waiting for a cue.
"......" Xu Yinhè remained silent.
"......" Feng Jiuxuan simply began to fiddle with his Qingyuan in his hands.
"......" Old Man Luo’s eye twitched.
Seeing the situation, Xu Yuan coughed lightly and played along:
"Old Man Luo, what possibility?"
Old Man Luo smiled slightly upon this reaction, his expression returning to normal:
"Heaven’s Watchtower exists to preserve the lineage of the human race. For them to risk being besieged by reemerging, it’s highly likely that the current Heaven’s Watchtower Master can no longer perceive the future through divination."