Yuan Jingyan could only keep things stable for the time being. He had neither extraordinary strength nor Yuan Jingxu's ruthlessness, and normally he wouldn't have been able to suppress the chaos. But with the Immortal Sage's words left behind, it was as if Heaven had blessed him. No one dared rebel, and the Great Song Royal Court gradually settled into stability.
That had been the real purpose behind Xu Yi's final words. His bond with Yuan Qinghua was over, but what had the people of Great Song done to deserve this?
Once he took power, Yuan Jingyan could hardly avoid keeping tabs on the Immortal Sage's whereabouts. Guang'an was the Immortal Sage's hometown, so naturally, he paid it special attention.
Word of Jia Junpeng's encounter with an immortal spread like wildfire. When the Royal Court received the news, it immediately sent people to verify it. Jia Junpeng had seen Xu Yi's true face, so the moment they checked, they confirmed it.
Jia Junpeng's good fortune was impossible to miss.
For some reason, however, inquiries into the Immortal Sage's whereabouts went no further. No one investigated further.
Xu Yi had no part in Jia Junpeng's good fortune or the commotion surrounding it. After repaying his debt, he boarded the little boat and continued upstream. When he passed Rabbit Head Mountain, he suddenly thought of King Bala—that stubborn, guileless Pink Rabbit.
Once the thought took hold, he couldn't let it go. He immediately traced the direction with his fingers, summoned a cloud, and headed southeast. In less than half an incense stick's time, he reached Dragon Head Peak.
Back in the day, the Seven Sects Dao Discussion had been held here. But the gathering had fallen into the deadly trap of the Seven Baleful Intent Soul Suppressing Stele. Countless lives had been