"I thought it's going to be difficult to find Jian Bing, who knew the answer would come knocking on my door?"
Lu Zhou used the great power of teleportation, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the horizon.
…
Ancient ruins.
The Nihilist Congregation's base inside the ancient city walls.
The three Cult Leaders of the Nihilist Congregation sat in the meeting hall, dumbfounded.
"Why does Lord Unholy One want to find Jian Bing?" Chu Lian was puzzled.
"Lord Unholy One says Jian Bing is in the ancient ruins, but why haven't we seen it or found any traces of it before?" Zhou Cheng asked, also puzzled.
"Don't think too much for now. We should wait for the cult master's return before we make any plans."
With that, the trio sat in the meeting hall, drinking tea and chatting from time to time.
About 15 minutes later, a voice rang thrice from outside.
"Welcome back, Cult Master!"
"Welcome back, Cult Master!"
