No Shame, No Regrets

If it truly involved matters like geomantic veins and feng shui, the Divination Sect of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace might have understood it better than the Medical Sect.

Unfortunately, the Divination Sect had already merged into the Scheming Sect and established itself independently. Their relationship was not good, so they could not ask them for help. Besides, while many sects were well versed in this, the greatest experts were the Celestial Pivot Divine Palace.

Li Qingjun had already sent someone to the Celestial Pivot Divine Palace to seek Minghe's aid, but the journey was long, and the messenger might not even have arrived yet. As for the other sects, Li Wuxian herself did not intend to cast a wide net for help. Others might not be trustworthy; perhaps they even harbored designs on the Human Emperor's destiny. She did not necessarily believe them in the first place, so what use was there in bringing them here?

Li Qingjun also knew where the one person they could trust without reservation was: Qin Yi was currently in the Rift Valley Demon City. Two or three months ago, troops had marched out from the Land of Chaos and exchanged contact with the Demon City, and Qin Yi had also sent word back through an envoy that he was safe. Li Qingjun had already dispatched someone to notify him, but the journey was equally distant. Who knew when he would receive the news?

Qin Yi would certainly rush over the instant he received it. The only fear was that Wuxian would not be able to hold on that long...

Hopefully, she could last a few more days...

Lost in thought, Li Qingjun suddenly heard Li Wuxian's frail voice from the Dragon Bed behind her. "Aunt..."

Li Qingjun hurriedly turned around and sat