Saint Emperor Qingwen left as soon as he said he would, without the slightest hesitation.
But Saint Venerable Man Yue was deeply worried.
She knew all too well.
Although Saint Emperor Qingwen had gone to the Crimson Flame Ancient Domain to nip the crisis in the bud, the journey was bound to be fraught with danger.
Great Black Heaven, the Blood God Cult, and even the Crimson Flame Imperial Dynasty—none of them were easy to deal with.
One wrong move, and the talks could collapse.
Then it would become a bloody battle between Saint Emperors.
She did not have to imagine how dangerous that would be.
But she could not stop him.
A Saint Emperor's decision was not something she could stand in the way of.
For the next several days, Saint Venerable Man Yue remained in the garden of Man Yue Palace, her brows constantly knit. She could scarcely eat or drink.
It was not until five days later
that Saint Venerable Man Yue seemed to remember something. She sent her personal maid, Star-Moon Saint Sect, to Clearwind Courtyard to invite Li Yun over alone.
When Li Yun arrived at the garden of Man Yue Palace, he found Saint Venerable Man Yue sitting alone in the Pavilion, with no one else in sight.
On the stone table in the Pavilion sat a few small dishes, a plate of spirit fruit, a wine pot, and two cups.
Li Yun was secretly puzzled. Was Saint Venerable Man Yue inviting him for a drink?
Surely she did not need to send everyone away just to drink with him?
But he was already here, so there was no point dwelling on it.
As usual, he approached the Pavilion and cupped his fists toward Saint Venerable Man Yue.
"Greetings, Ninth Princess!"
"You're here. Come