The Profound Embryo Heavenly Emperor's refusal to see anyone left Miao Shi and the others somewhat at a loss.
At the same time, Pang Tong, who had been watching Miao Shi and the others from afar, could not help but say speechlessly,
"Seriously? How could you lot be this useless?"
"The Lord has only been away from your side for a few days, yet you can't even get through their gates. Expecting you to get anything done is simply Arabian Nights."
As he spoke, Pang Tong pulled out a slip of paper and wrote a single character on it.
Whoosh!
The tiny paper ball crossed a hundred li and struck Jiang Bo Yue on the head.
Everyone: ???
The suddenly appearing paper ball left everyone rather baffled.
"May I ask which senior—"
"Stop right there!"
Pang Hong was about to instinctively ask, but Jiang Bo Yue beside him cut him off.
"We came here to request aid, yet we cannot even enter their gates."
"Under such circumstances, we should keep a 'low profile.'"
With that, Jiang Bo Yue picked up the paper ball from the ground.
Upon opening it, he saw that it bore a single word: "Illness."
"This isn't my master's handwriting. Can any of you recognize whose handwriting this is?"
At those words, Miao Shi and Little Wood both shook their heads. Only Pang Hong remained standing there in silence.
"It seems to be the work of a senior from Heyang Heaven. This junior offers his thanks."
After bowing toward the sky, Jiang Bo Yue continued,
"If we wish to meet the Profound Embryo Heavenly Emperor, the best method at present is to feign illness."
"Brother Shi and Young Master Pang are, after all, imperial sons. Although the Profound Womb Emperor Lord may refuse to see you, he