This was a fairly spacious room. Of the two rooms beneath the rooftop, this one contained little decoration, only several rattan chairs. It was quiet inside. Yun Peng stood silently by the window, looking outside, while Wei Chunqiu had finally stopped weeping and wailing. He lay collapsed in a rattan chair, his face blank and utterly lost.
The opening door made Yun Peng turn his head, but Wei Chunqiu remained lying there without the slightest reaction. Seeing the two people enter, Yun Peng stared at Da Minglun and said flatly, "You shouldn't have given him that jade pendant."
Da Minglun glanced at Wei Chunqiu, who was clutching the Bat Jade Pendant in both hands with a dazed expression, and said dismissively, "Let him be. Once this wave of grief passes, he'll be fine."
"How did it go?" Yun Peng shifted his gaze to Yue Qianchou. "What does Immortal Emperor Jin Tai intend to do with him?" At those words, Yue Qianchou's heart tightened. That was exactly what he wanted to know as well.
Perhaps the words "Immortal Emperor Jin Tai" had stirred him. A gurgling sound emerged from Wei Chunqiu's throat as he lay sprawled in the rattan chair. His vacant eyes, lost in memories of the past, gradually regained some life. All three of them turned to look at him. Wei Chunqiu glanced at Da Minglun, then stared at the Bat Jade Pendant in his hand for a while before carefully putting it away.
"You've returned from the Immortal Palace?" Wei Chunqiu struggled to rise as though he were just recovering from a serious illness. Seeing that he had begun speaking normally again, none of them said anything. No one wanted to bring up his sorrowful matters again.
Da Minglun nodded slightly. "This matter was fortunate. It has finally