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Chapter 1338: Chapter 1332

Just how astonishing must her powers of observation be, to spot a flaw in the city the very first time she came to Fengdong?

This little girl’s perception was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

On the strength of that perception alone, when she went to take part in the Little Eagle Chick Conference this time, she’d be able to crush quite a few people.

Without realizing it, Mu Chen had already, subconsciously, regarded Xin Lin as a seeded candidate for the Little Eagle Chick Conference.

After Xin Lin exposed the weakness of the Corpse Soldiers in a single sentence, Mu Chen lost interest, couldn’t be bothered to keep bragging, and continued walking forward.

After passing through the West Court, the East Court lay ahead.

Mu Chen suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Xin Lin, compared to those Corpse Soldiers, how does the Corpse King measure up?"

He suddenly asked, so abruptly it caught one off guard.

If Xin Lin didn’t recognize the Corpse King, she would definitely hesitate.

But if she really did know him, she ought to be able to say something substantial.

Up to this very moment, Mu Chen was still suspicious about the relationship between Xin Lin and the Corpse King.

After all, in his view, with the Corpse King’s bizarre temperament, would he really have a close relationship with a little girl from the Human Clan?

"They’re not even comparable. A single hair from the Corpse King is stronger than those Corpse Soldiers."

Xin Lin shrugged.

Even the ghost soldiers Pride Corpse refined were countless times stronger than Corpse Soldiers.

They were both Ghost Cultivators all the same, but in Xin Lin’s eyes, Pride Corpse and the Fengdong First Level were like Heaven and Earth.

"Is he really that powerful?"

Mu Chen was still full of disbelief.

"Haven’t you already experienced it?"

Xin Lin slanted a look at Mu Chen; his face immediately lengthened, and he gave a cold snort, unwilling to humiliate himself further.

As they entered the East Court, that gloomy Ghost Energy vanished.

Before their eyes appeared an expanse of little bridges over flowing water, pavilions and towers encircled by lakeside terraces.

The East Court was the core area of Fengdong, and also the main base of the Fengdong Ghost-controlling Family.

Xin Lin had originally thought this place would definitely be shrouded in Ghost Energy, even more terrifying than the West Court, but in reality it was filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, and the Spiritual Energy here was much denser than at Qingtian Academy.

"Where are the ghosts?"

Xin Lin was a bit surprised as she took in the sunlit, birdsong-and-flowers scene within the East Court.

"What do you mean ’where are the ghosts’? Did you think there’d be ghosts everywhere in the East Court? We’re a Ghost-controlling Family; of course we keep the ghosts well under control. If you want to see the Ghost Control Technique, you’ll have plenty of chances later."

Mu Chen said irritably.

Several girls dressed as maids came forward and bowed to Mu Chen.

"Third Young Master, you’ve returned. Madam and Master are waiting for you inside, and the Family Head has also summoned you to go over in half a quarter of an hour."

The maids were exceedingly respectful toward Mu Chen.

But toward Murong Ziyue, who stood behind him, they acted as if they hadn’t seen her at all.

Murong Ziyue, however, looked utterly indifferent; clearly she was long used to this sort of scene.

"I’ll go greet my parents first. You two wait here for now. Ziyue, I’ll take you to see the Family Head later and ask about your mother."

Mu Chen nodded to Murong Ziyue and Xin Lin, then led Nolan Zhuyun off to pay respects to his elders.

Murong Ziyue seemed a bit absent-minded.

"Qingyun, where is my mother?"

Murong Ziyue asked one of the maids.

The maid acted like she couldn’t care less.

Seeing this, Xin Lin frowned and was about to flare up.

Who knew Murong Ziyue’s expression would sink first as she asked coldly,

"My mother—where exactly is she?"

In that shout, her voice carried True Qi; as the sound entered her ears, the maid called Qingyun felt her whole body tremble, as if someone had smashed a club over her head. Her knees went weak and, with a thud, she dropped straight to her knees.

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