Ge Fei, gaunt as a skeleton, leaned against a tall clasp-joint tree, happily playing with his fingers.
Unmoved, he let his king walk past him.
New leaves had fallen in the courtyard, though it had just been swept. Impudently, one landed atop the hair he had only just combed.
He tilted his head back, closed one eye, and cupped his hands together, rolling them into a little hole. Through that opening, his open right eye peered at the sky's light. He often played this game, watching clouds gather and scatter, the sun set and moon rise, never tiring of it.
That heavy iron chain locked down the range of his movements.
That withered, silent courtyard imprisoned his life.
Of course, he was unaware of any of it. His consciousness had been torn apart: half lost in the Fog of Ignorance, half sunk to the bottom of the Five Palaces Sea. Both were places of no return.
The human body was a universe; even a True Lord would lose his way here!
Thus, Gao Zheng naturally could not retrieve him. Duke of An Wu Zhaochang had personally come to see him, only to return without merit—could a grand Dao Derivation True Lord, a Nation-Suppressing powerhouse of Great Chu, possibly venture into the depths of Ge Fei's Five Palaces Sea?
Send in too little power, and one might become lost as well. Send in too much, and this body certainly would not be able to withstand it.
Ge Fei had been mad for four years already.
One dead and one mad, he and Wu Ling—the fall of two Prodigies—had become a footnote to the dangers of Fallen Immortal Forest.
And those who had traveled with them and also died in Fallen Immortal Forest did not even qualify to be remembered in this