If there really were no guards, he would naturally feel relaxed. However, he was afraid that it might not be as simple as it seemed.
As he entered the Fourth Palace with doubts and guesses, a long, gradual laughter entered Yang Chen's ears.
"Hehe, you finally arrived, Yang Chen. I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
The sound gradually entered his ears, making Yang Chen suddenly alert. He couldn't help but turn to look, only to see a man with double horns on his head. This man held his hands behind his back and walked leisurely, apparently a Divine Soul Body.
Yang Chen was incredibly puzzled, looking at the divine thought that was floating towards him. Even as he was on guard, he didn't forget his manners: "I don't know which senior you are."
"I am the owner of this Fourth Palace. Ah, you should know me. They call me Taoist Ming Jin." The Divine Soul Body replied with a faint smile.
