"What is Zi Zhen's situation now?" Weisheng Moran asked.
Li Tianming smiled but did not answer. Instead, he said, "Back to the room. Continue cultivating our sentiments. Dance for me."
Weisheng Moran's pretty face flushed slightly. She gently glared at him. "You emperor, why are you always thinking about wine and women?"
"Don't spout nonsense. My usual cultivation is far too grueling. I have to relax once in a while." Li Tianming's voice carried a hint of teasing.
"Are you sure your cultivation with those three is grueling? Isn't it all the same thing?" Weisheng Moran teased.
"Shut up." Li Tianming's voice held a trace of laughter.
Huan Jingyuan was dizzy all the way, his mind filled with countless thoughts. With nowhere else to go, he ultimately returned to the location of the modified barrier and arrived near that node. Looking at the divine patterns before him, he remained silent, helplessness and struggle flashing through his eyes.
"What a pity I can't return to the Primordial Chaos Territory and ask why the Tai Yu Imperial Court is doing this!" he muttered softly, his tone filled with unwillingness and helplessness.
Sigh!
Other than sighing, all he could do was sigh.
"Why isn't Huang Yuan answering the communication stone?" Huan Jingyuan put it away and sighed again. "He's probably angry with me. Xiao Ran was right. On this matter, standing against Lord Shaoqing really is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."
Leave?
Ignore everything?
Huan Jingyuan was considering that choice as well. He faced three possible paths in all.
First, expose Weisheng Moran. That meant standing with Lord Shaoqing and agreeing to slaughter the Divine Tomb Seat.
Second, leave. That meant abstaining.
Third, refuse to reveal anything even in death. That meant standing with Weisheng Moran and the Divine