In the ancestral shrine of the Huang family, thin strands of white mist swirled around. Huang Xinghai awoke from a brief slumber where he had heard the mysterious entity's voice in his dream. After paying his respects in the shrine, he stepped out, reflecting on the rarity of someone like Wang Xuan who could open the Inner Landscape in this era. 0

Huang Jinglin, around sixty but remarkably fit and youthful due to his practice of ancient techniques, approached and asked his father, "How did it go? Did our ancestor provide any guidance?"0

Huang Xinghai nodded, informing him about the communication and suggesting they invite Wang Xuan again. 0

Huang Jinglin considered for a moment and then suggested, "We've invited him three times, and he has declined each time. Should I challenge Lin Mengliang to a duel? That might draw him out."0

He reminisced about their fierce battle on the Old World, where...0