Chapter 9: The Cauldron Vessel, Time Candle
Lin Suri's presence was tranquil. He stood before an ink wash painting with his hands clasped behind his back.
A voice came from behind him.
Limited by the viewing angle, even in this third-person perspective, Chen Lingxi could not see who was speaking.
Yet the man's tone was incredibly arrogant as he continued, "The maternal qi is an extraordinary treasure. For a mediocre nobody to obtain it would be a reckless waste of heavenly gifts.
In this Yuanjiang Prefecture, other than the government office, Lu Baizhong, Xuanhuo Temple, and the Credit Peddler, no one else can contend with you and me.
Very few people in the capital know of this opportunity regarding the maternal qi. If you and I join forces, we might just be able to seize it."
The man's voice was young and brimming with confidence, as if the Ancestral Mountain Maternal Qi was as easy to take as reaching into his own pocket.
Lin Suri shifted his gaze from the ink wash painting and finally turned around.
As his perspective shifted, Chen Lingxi finally saw the speaker.