After seeing Lin Fan and the others leave,
Yang Qingyun's figure hovered in midair, his gaze fixed on the direction they had gone. He seemed somewhat dazed, making no move.
The mountains beneath his feet rose and fell in endless succession, their greenery rolling like waves, one after another.
A gentle breeze brushed past his ears,
and the air was somewhat quiet.
After quite some time,
Yang Qingyun still showed no intention of turning away. His gaze remained fixed on the direction in which the two men and one remnant soul had departed.
Suddenly,
"Your Excellency has been watching from the side for so long. Aren't you planning to come out?"
Yang Qingyun suddenly spoke.
Yet everywhere within sight was completely empty. There was nothing there at all.
It made him look as though he were talking to himself in the air.
Silence.
The surrounding space was utterly still.
There was not the slightest response.
A cool breeze blew quietly past.
Yang Qingyun showed no reaction either.
He stood blankly in midair, his body utterly motionless,
his gaze fixed into the distance, as though he were lost in thought.
"Ah, sure enough, the waves behind drive on those before. Seeing juniors as peerless as you gives even this seat the feeling that the seas have changed into mulberry fields and the times have undergone a great transformation."
Accompanied by a sigh, the figure of a middle-aged man stepped out of the void behind Yang Qingyun.
He had a square face with sharply defined features. He wore a dark cyan robe and a golden sash around his waist. His entire person radiated a steady and imposing aura, giving others a profound sense of security.
At the same time, however, a trace of weariness lingered between his brows, as though he carried