Yang looked at Pill Emperor Qing Xuan, who had his head bowed low, and smiled faintly. "Raise your head."
"Yes... my lord..."
Pill Emperor Qing Xuan swallowed and slowly lifted his head, cautiously looking at Yang.
Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves stirring gently in the wind.
He wore a Plain White Robe, as spotless as a cloud in the distant sky.
Yang looked no older than middle-aged, with refined features, a straight nose, and an expression of indescribable detachment and indifference.
This was the first time Pill Emperor Qing Xuan had truly seen Yang's face.
There was not a trace of Spiritual Power about him, nor any sign of cultivation. He stood right there, yet seemed to transcend all things.
It was the feeling that, though he stood close by, he was impossibly far away—as if separated by countless galaxies and the vastness of time and space.
Pill Emperor Qing Xuan trembled slightly. Yang bore no hint of pressure, yet even his Divine Soul couldn't help but prostrate itself.
"I'm not some vicious beast, you know."
Yang suddenly smiled faintly, his whole demeanor softening a little. "Get up and speak."
"Yes, my lord!"
Pill Emperor Qing Xuan jolted, only then realizing that he had somehow fallen to his knees. He hurriedly stood.
Yang paid him no further attention, turning his gaze back to the bottom of the pool.
Through the rippling water, a body identical to Qin Guan's lay still, its face peaceful, as though asleep.
"Does he look like him?" Yang suddenly asked.
Pill Emperor Qing Xuan froze, then followed his gaze toward the bottom of the pool.
When he saw Qin Guan, dressed in a Black Long Robe, at the bottom of the pool, his heart lurched. "Th-this... How could Qin Guan be