Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Juhong Pavilion.
A wisp of incense curled from the gilt-bronze Boshan censer, filling the room with abundant spiritual energy and a fresh, peaceful calm.
Pei Ling sat cross-legged on the Cloud Bed, his eyes slightly closed as he focused on cultivation. Spiritual power flowed through him like a vast sea, surging like a tide as his aura steadily climbed.
Though cultivating now could no longer improve his cultivation, with a great battle looming, he still had to keep himself in peak condition at all times!
Four female cultivators, clad in black robes with their faces hidden beneath hoods, stood silently at his side.
Just as the incense had burned halfway down, Pei Ling suddenly opened his eyes.
At the same time, the restrictions around Juhong Pavilion stirred faintly. A familiar voice came from outside: "Your subordinate, Gao Huijing, reports that the three-day period has arrived. I've come to escort you."
"May I ask whether the Holy Son is comfortable here? Has anything been inconvenient?"
With a thought, Pei Ling immediately sensed Gao Huijing standing at the pavilion's entrance with two subordinates.
He replied by voice transmission, "Everything is well. I'm ready."
"May I ask whether your dynasty's emperor is prepared?"
Outside Juhong Pavilion, Gao Huijing gave a slight bow and said, "His Majesty is waiting above Lanjing."
"Good. I'll set out now."
Gao Huijing nodded and bowed again. "Your subordinate will go inform His Majesty. The ruler and subjects of our dynasty await the Holy Son's arrival."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Ling sensed the auras outside the entrance rapidly receding.
He rose, sweeping his robe aside. The instant he stood, not a trace of his cultivation aura leaked out, yet an immense and peerless presence soared into the