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Chapter 615: 420 Capital Sightings (Must Read)_2

Chapter 615: Chapter 420 Capital Sightings (Must Read)_2

“Uncle,” instantly changed the expression of the Heavenly Patrol Envoy standing before him; he received the letter with some respect, glanced through it, and then returned it to Chen Yuan before instructing a Heavenly Patrol Guard beside him to go inside the mansion to report.

“The honored guest will wait a moment,” he said.

“Not at all.”

Chen Yuan smiled, his gaze sweeping over the Zhang family’s plaque which carried a sharp aura of killing intent, presumably penned by Zhang Xuan’s father.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t possess such a charm.

Chen Yuan felt shocked by the special privileges of these Divine Envoys, who could even order Heavenly Patrol Guards to guard doors—an official’s role that seemed reduced to that of a household servant.

He wondered whether it was because the Emperor simply didn’t care, or if this unseen Zhang Divine Envoy was excessively arrogant.

Soon, the Heavenly Patrol Guard who had entered earlier came out followed by an elder with somewhat gray hair. His gaze immediately focused on Chen Yuan who greeted him with folded hands:

“Is this Qingzhou’s Chen Yuan, the Green Envoy?”

“It is indeed Chen himself.”

The elder’s face squeezed out a smile:

“The master had instructed this old servant a few days ago, saying that Green Envoy Chen would be visiting. He had reminded the guards several times, but today they were changed and there was some negligence for which I hope the Green Envoy will forgive us.”

“The elder is overly concerned; it is Chen who has arrived late.”

The elder smiled faintly, his face creases bunching together as he said:

“Do not call me elder, I am but an ordinary person without any cultivation, unworthy of such a title. If Green Envoy wouldn’t mind, call me Uncle Chen like young master Xuan.”

Upon hearing this name, Chen Yuan pursed his lips but didn’t show any reaction, and bowed with clasped hands:

“Uncle Chen.”

“Follow me, Green Envoy Chen,” Uncle Chen said, his body hunched, waving his hand forward.

“All right.”

“The master is still at the Heavenly Patrol Bureau handling governmental affairs and will not return until noon. As the time is almost appropriate, why not wait in the backyard for a while?”

“I’ll adhere to Uncle Chen’s arrangements.”

At these words, Uncle Chen smiled and asked while walking:

“Young master Xuan is also someone I’ve watched grow up; it has been several years since he left home. How is he doing in Qingzhou?”

“Brother Zhang holds the position of Green Envoy in Nanling and is doing exceedingly well. I met with Jiang He, Golden Envoy, recently, and he specifically praised Brother Zhang.”

“Does Chen Green Envoy share a deep relationship with the Golden Envoy?”

“You could say there’s some connection.”

While chatting, Uncle Chen led Chen Yuan to the back courtyard of the Zhang Mansion—a noticeably quieter area where the Primordial Energy was exceptionally abundant, clearly indicating that the Zhang Divine Envoy had arrayed a Gathering Essence Formation here.

“The master had instructed that if Chen Green Envoy were to arrive, he should be brought here, please.”

Chen Yuan sat down with a smile.

Moments later, a beautiful maid served Spiritual Tea. Uncle Chen originally planned to chat a while longer until Zhang Xuan’s father returned, but it seemed some matters in the mansion needed attending to.

He excused himself once, leaving two maids to tend to Chen Yuan.

He didn’t make any further polite offers for the guest to leave.

Chen Yuan slightly narrowed his eyes, contemplating Zhang Xuan’s Divine Envoy father. Chen Yuan was already quite familiar with his great reputation—known as Zhang Yantong with a Refining God cultivation. Although he was some distance from being a True Monarch within the imperial government, he was extremely distinguished.

Beyond this, Chen Yuan also knew about the other Divine Envoys. The Heavenly Divine Envoy, named Xiao Jing, rumored to be the strongest among the four Divine Envoys,

was also considered the next candidate for the Great Governor of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau.

He seldom left the Capital, constantly stationed at the central hub. Jiang He claimed he was very strong, mainly responsible for suppressing the Heavenly Prison within the Heavenly Patrol Bureau, while the other three Divine Envoys, including Zhang Yantong, held equal status.

When issues arose in the State governments, it was generally fully managed by these three Divine Envoys. Three years ago, when there was unrest in the southwest,

it was quelled only by the presence of two Divine Envoys.

The Earth Divine Envoy was named Zuo Tiancheng, and the Yellow Divine Envoy was named Wu Tianxi.

These four Divine Envoys essentially constituted the upper framework of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau and were the targets pursued by each State’s Golden Envoys.

As he sipped the Spiritual Tea served by Uncle Chen’s order, Chen Yuan nodded slightly. In terms of Spiritual Energy alone, it was truly extraordinary, almost comparable to what Ye Chenbai had offered at the banquet.

It seemed he was regarded as a guest of significant importance, possibly at the level of Yang Transformation.

While pondering over these matters, suddenly, a terrifying aura abruptly descended upon Chen Yuan, causing his brows to furrow instantly as he counteracted the imposing force.

Despite the difficulty, he managed to fend off this terrifying aura.

“Well done,” a deep male voice echoed in Chen Yuan’s ears as the terrifying aura instantly vanished. Instinctively, his gaze shifted to the figure approaching from the left front—

a middle-aged man in a deep black, gold-embroidered robe slowly making his way.

His approach appeared as though he were employing some Secret Technique to cover ground rapidly, and in a blink, he was near Chen Yuan. The man had a square face, thick brows, and although his eyes were not large, they emitted a formidable oppressive force; he also bore some resemblance to Zhang Xuan.

Certain of the newcomer’s identity, Chen Yuan swiftly stood up, bowed deeply with clasped hands, and said:

“My nephew Chen Yuan, meets Uncle Zhang.”

Hearing the word “uncle” from Chen Yuan, a hint of a smirk flickered in Zhang Yantong’s eyes as he nodded slightly:

“Since you and Xuan’er are such close friends, it’s appropriate for you to call me uncle. Please, take a seat.”

“Thank you, Uncle.”

“When you visit our home, bring nothing; consider it your own.”

“Understood, Uncle.”