At dawn, there was suddenly movement on Ji Chang's side.
Li Dazhi, who had been sleeping soundly, was awakened by Old Master Xu Sheng.
Yun Zhongzi had seen there was nothing important happening here and had already returned to the Kunlun Mountains' secret realm. An hour delayed outside meant several days or even dozens of days delayed inside. He was the chief designer of all types of warships in the Heavenly Court fleet and had far too much work to do.
Li Dazhi instinctively asked, "Has Ping'an returned?"
"Not yet," Xu Sheng said, lifting his chin toward the cloud mirror. "Didn't you tell us to keep watch? This mortal lord named Ji Chang is about to run."
"Oh?"
Li Dazhi looked into the mirror without much concern.
He was merely watching the show now. He did not possess Li Ping'an's sense of responsibility.
Especially after Li Dazhi had gained part of Old Man Wangri's memories, he always felt as though this world was some enormous building-block amusement park.
Of course, that could only be an illusion.
Li Dazhi watched the cloud mirror ahead.
After daybreak in the east, the sky was still a deep inky blue. Yet Ji Chang had already entered his exotic-beast carriage, departed his residence, and headed for the city gates.
Ji Chang traveled light and in great haste. Neither the beasts pulling the carriage nor the driver dared make much noise. People secretly received him along the way, and quite a few of those who saw him off were dressed in splendid silks and fine garments. After escorting Ji Chang for a stretch, they hurriedly withdrew.
Undercurrents seemed to be stirring within Chaoge City.
Besides Li Dazhi and Xu Sheng in the clouds, several other pairs of eyes were watching Ji Chang's carriage. From time to