Xu Yi stared at the seal in his hand. This feeling of losing control was deeply unpleasant.
He had thought the seal could only transmit messages. He hadn't expected it to conjure up someone's face out of nowhere.
Having an immortal sect's signal talisman that could lock onto his location at any time was already bad enough.
Now this troublesome seal had joined in.
After half a cup of tea, Xu Yi learned the whole story from Feng Jiu.
All the seals in the Demon Domain came from the Winter Palace. Ordinary people couldn't use them to pinpoint someone's location or send messages by conjuring images like this.
Only the Winter Palace could do that.
And the Winter Palace was the exclusive realm of the lord of the East Sea Region.
The middle-aged Daoist priest's attire had made his identity as a Winter Palace Envoy unmistakable.
According to Feng Jiu, the Winter Palace Envoy held an extraordinarily prestigious position. Even a regional lord would have difficulty meeting one.
This time, the Winter Palace Envoy had been willing to manifest an image only because it was his lord's wish.
By the time Feng Jiu had explained all this to Xu Yi, he was both furious and shaken.
A mere scholar who dabbled in writing had somehow earned such enormous prestige that even the lord had heard of him and was willing to use a secret technique to summon him through a Winter Palace Envoy.
Even a regional lord probably wouldn't receive such treatment.
What shook Feng Jiu was that, fortunately, he hadn't managed to kill Xu Yi. Otherwise, the consequences would have been endless.
Literary fame this great could truly kill a man.
"Brother Jiu, what do you think? Should I go to this gathering or not?"
Xu Yi was of