Luo Wuxin stared at the White Pavilion Token in Ming Tianyan's palm for a long while, then slowly broke into a smile. "I've been dismissed just like that?"
"Yes!"
"Is there a reason?" Luo Wuxin asked.
"No!"
Luo Wuxin nodded lightly. With a lift of his hand, he placed the White Pavilion Token in Ming Tianyan's palm. "This token is returned to the Holy Hall!"
"No need to return it. Destroying it will do!" Ming Tianyan lightly tapped the White Pavilion Token with one finger. The token transformed into two streams of light, one black and one white, and drifted into the Yi River below.
Within the snow-white waters of the Yi River, another trace of black seeped in.
Luo Wuxin slowly lifted his gaze from the Yi River and turned it toward the sky. His left hand rose slightly, and a lamp appeared in it.
His Night Glow Ancient Lamp.
Luo Wuxin gave a slight bow. "Luo takes his leave!"
"Luo Changxing, safe travels!"
The lamplight flared, enveloping Luo Wuxin and Jun Yue. The next moment, the two vanished from the White Pavilion and appeared within Changxing Residence.
Changxing Residence had gained many people—people in the same predicament as Luo Wuxin.
Many upper-echelon figures from the various palaces had come from Changxing.
After taking up high-ranking posts, Changxing Residence had basically become their rural hometown. When they had time, they would return to stay for a few days; when they did not, they would stay away for years.
But now, many had returned...
In Luo Wuxin's Changxing Residence, within that familiar room of his, Luo Wuxin and Jun Yue reappeared beneath the lamplight.
"My lord, what... what is this supposed to mean?" Jun Yue's face was full of indignation.
Luo Wuxin smiled faintly. "It barely counts as tyranny!"
Tyranny!