The Prodigal Woman

Under the terrified or stunned gazes of the city's populace, the Giant Eagle Palace crossed the Imperial Capital's grand formation without obstruction. Within a few breaths, it arrived above the Prime Minister's Estate and descended amid howling winds.

As he walked down the formation-patterned stairs, Xu Yuan did not receive the welcoming ceremony he had imagined.

He had made such a huge stir upon returning to the capital, yet not a single high-ranking figure—not Lou Ji, Xu Changge, Hua Hong, or any of the others—had come to see him. Even Little Four was absent, let alone his old man.

Only the Prime Minister's Mansion's chief steward and several overseers from the Beast Taming Directorate waited beneath the giant eagle's feet.

But with a slight sweep of his senses, Xu Yuan understood.

The perception of an ordinary Mortal Shedding cultivator was already extraordinarily sharp, let alone that of a powerhouse like him who possessed Spirit Sight.

He had returned at a rather unfortunate time. The Prime Minister's Mansion's higher-ups had all gathered at the Ink Hidden Pavilion for a meeting.

Still, his old man had not been entirely unprepared. He had asked the chief steward to pass along a message: wait for him in the inner courtyard study.

Xu Yuan felt a touch of regret at that.

If not for his old man's message, he would most likely have gone straight to the Ink Hidden Pavilion to meet those old geezers who had looked down on him for being poor in his youth.

Not to show off, Mainly because introducing his cultivation level one by one would be too troublesome.

After instructing the chief steward about Feng Xianru and the other two, then asking him to arrange a guest courtyard each for Su Jinxuan and the other woman, Xu Yuan returned