Thus, when those words rang out and shook the Ye Emperor Mausoleum, Fifth Young Master Gong and the others' faces turned livid. They were accustomed to geniuses competing against one another, even at nearly a hundred thousand years old. Yet Fengting Linwan and the others, who had joined the military early on, were far more sensitive to imperial authority than they were.
"Did you see that?" Qin Cangqiong raised a brow and glanced at Shuyan.
"Linwan truly is magnanimous," Shuyan said with a light laugh.
In stark contrast to their ease, the disciples led by the Kanglong Chen Palace wore awkward, pained, stifled expressions once again. They could not understand it at all. How could these watchdogs keep hopping about? Why could the imperial clan tolerate this pack of wild dogs instead of standing with aristocratic clan heirs like them? They were the ones who had always supported imperial authority most faithfully!
Were there still any variables?
Everyone looked toward Bai Shijiu.
At that moment, Bai Shijiu had just refined the Ye Emperor Lotus. A crimson lotus flame had appeared within his beast-faced Primordial Unity pupils, demonstrating the Ye Emperor Lotus's formidable wonder.
And clearly, he had heard Fengting Linwan and the others' words of allegiance during that process.
He slowly opened his eyes. The first person he saw was Li Tianming. Staring at him, he asked, "You saw those secrets too?"
Li Tianming nodded. "Yes. I was curious as well."
He answered openly and frankly.
"It's fine. We can discuss them together." Bai Shijiu paused, then suddenly smiled. "Who would have thought that though our invitation to travel together failed, we would still gather here in the end, seeking the traces of our predecessors together?"
"This is fate in the unseen," Li Tianming said.
"Indeed. Let's head out together