Buzi Hutong

Xiong Kui and the others had been through one upheaval after another and were in low spirits, their minds entirely consumed by Xia Zimo's safety. They had no time to notice just how stunned Xu Yi was.

Xiong Kui said, "Third Brother, take out the Imprint Pearl and show Brother Yi."

The Lion-faced Man took out a black pearl and poured his palm force into it. A shimmering light emerged, slowly unfolding until it formed an image.

In the bustling streets of the Divine Capital, a procession of snow-robed Buddhist monks approached at an unhurried pace. Some rang bells, some carried scriptures, some held monk's staffs, and some sat upon lotus flowers; there was no end to the variety.

The flower carriage in the middle was the most splendid of all, adorned with gilt and jade, its front carved like a phoenix and its tail like a dragon. A snow-robed woman sat serenely within. She possessed a beauty whose allure defied description; neither "beautiful" nor "gorgeous" could do her justice. One glimpse was enough to make a heart leap, to make a man wish he could tear out his heart and lungs and offer them to her.

Xu Yi stared blankly for a long while. Through that beauty capable of turning all the world upside down, he finally recognized Xia Zimo.

"Th-this... what's going on?"

It felt as though a rush of heat had lodged in his chest. He was so excited he could hardly stop himself from punching a hole through the roof.

He was overwhelmed with excitement. Xia Zimo was safe and sound—what could possibly be better?

Xiong Kui said, "We don't know either. We only found out that they're the tribute delegation from the Heavenly Buddha Kingdom. Seven days from now is the Son of Heaven's birthday,