Tianshui Sect's traveling palace.
Lin Bai, Qiao Mo, and Qin Yao waited expectantly for Pan Qing to return.
As long as Emperor Chu believed that Lin Bai had been ambushed by disciples of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace and seriously injured, he would not have to participate in the Imperial Autumn Hunt.
Pan Qing's figure gradually appeared in the sights of Lin Bai and the other two. When Qiao Mo saw him, her face lit up, and she hurried forward to ask about the situation.
Lin Bai and Qiao Mo also wore traces of anticipation, hoping Pan Qing had brought back some useful news.
Qiao Mo asked, "Ancestor, did His Majesty Emperor Chu believe us?"
Pan Qing gave a bitter smile. "Do you truly think anyone can sit on Emperor Chu's throne? He saw through your little trick at a glance."
When Lin Bai, Qiao Mo, and Qin Yao heard this, their expressions fell, as if someone had instantly drawn away their three souls and seven spirits. Pan Qing smiled again. "Although Emperor Chu saw through your little trick, he doesn't seem intent on pursuing the matter. Instead, he told Saint Lin Bai to recover properly. As for the Imperial Autumn Hunt, there are still two months left. If your injuries improve, then participate.
"If your injuries don't improve, then you don't have to participate."
Joy appeared between Lin Bai's brows. He asked, "Does that mean... Emperor Chu agreed?"
Pan Qing nodded. "You could say that."
Strange light shimmered in Lin Bai's eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose into a smile.
As long as Emperor Chu did not force Lin Bai to participate in the Imperial Autumn Hunt, he could naturally muddle through this.
That way, by not participating in the Imperial Autumn Hunt, he would avoid