With his Half-Step Spirit Wanderer cultivation and familiarity with the palace, Zhuo Qing quickly invited Yi Wenjun over.
That was right—not brought over, but invited.
His attitude was humble and respectful to the extreme.
It could not be helped. Zhuo Qing was truly afraid that terrifying masked woman would take a dislike to him and casually kill him.
Then he would not even have a place to cry about it.
At this moment, Zhuo Qing dearly missed Li Changsheng.
A Tianqi with Li Changsheng in it was the safest Tianqi!
And no matter how arrogant and unruly Li Changsheng was, he had always treated the emperor and Northern Li's imperial family quite well. At the very least, he would not cripple the emperor just because of a disagreement.
Xiao Ruojin was truly miserable. Who knew how he had offended that woman? Not only had his martial arts been crippled, he had also been maimed. How pitiful. How pitiful.
"Brother Yun!"
The moment Yi Wenjun entered the hall, she spotted Ye Dingzhi. After that, Ye Dingzhi was all she could see.
"Wenjun!"
Tears filled Ye Dingzhi's eyes, and the choke in his voice was deeply moving.
Well, Li Hanyi was indeed moved. They were both hopeless romantics, after all, so she naturally empathized.
She could not help thinking of herself and the Immortal Exalted. Her eyes, cold as a frigid pool, immediately rippled with emotion and softened with tenderness.
"From now on, Yi Wenjun has nothing to do with Tianqi."
Li Hanyi looked at the conflicted Xiao Ruofeng and spoke coldly.
"Understood."
Xiao Ruofeng nodded. In truth, he had never wanted to have anything more to do with Yi Wenjun.
It could not be helped. This woman was truly a calamity.
This Demonic Sect's Eastern Expedition had begun because of her.