The blood moon hung high, and a dragon carriage swept across the sky. Qin Ming appeared at the far edge of the heavens.
On the grand platform at the top of the jade steps, a group heard the words "Supreme Sovereign Conjecture" from afar. Their expressions stiffened slightly before turning blank again.
Three days had passed, and no one had fully untangled the problems Qin Ming had left behind.
Some believed Emperor Qin's mouth was full of absurdities and that nothing he said could be trusted.
A few Great Sages had gained some insight into certain flaws in the Silk Scripture, yet they felt these teachings were simply not meant for normal people to practice.
"Deliberately mystifying things, cobbling together a jumble of scriptures and asking us to solve it-who could possibly give an answer?"
Some cursed inwardly. The Jade Capital Demon was detestable, making fools of them all.
Fang Zhiwei and Zhou Dingdao said nothing. They had spent much of the last three days frowning.
In the night sky, five Chi Dragons pulled the carriage toward the magnificent white jade platform. Several figures stood aboard, all smiling.
The man in the center was especially conspicuous. Wearing a crown bead curtain and a dragon robe, he showed his gleaming white teeth, his grin nearly stretching to his ears.
Qin Ming's radiant spirits and brilliant smile only added to everyone's frustration, amply demonstrating that one person's joys and sorrows did not resonate with another's.
The returning party was naturally in excellent spirits. Each of them had gained at least three stalks of immortal medicine.
Even the usually expressionless Niu Wuwei could not suppress the curl of his lips. His white teeth and horns both gleamed.
Mu Shinian, dressed in robes whiter than snow, nearly smiled his eyes into a pair of