The courtyard was very quiet.
Father merely stared blankly at the Dharma Aspect above Zeng Anmin's head.
He had seen or heard of countless Confucian Dharma Aspects.
But one as bizarre as Zeng Anmin's, he had only heard of one.
"Confucian... Sage... Dharma... Aspect!!"
Father stared fixedly at that Dharma Aspect.
The four words seemed to have been forcibly squeezed out of his throat.
Zeng Anmin saw the faint flush on Father's face.
His eyes blinked softly.
"No, according to legend, the Confucian Sage Dharma Aspect is crimson gold, accompanied by the Six Artifacts..."
Father stroked the beard on his chin.
An unreadable light flickered in his eyes.
"Can those Six Artifacts be withdrawn?"
After a long while, Father fixed his gaze on Zeng Anmin and asked.
Zeng Anmin rubbed his chin.
With a slight stir of his thoughts.
Whoosh!
The six Confucian artifacts were all drawn back into his sea of consciousness.
Only that Dharma Aspect, radiating a pale golden glow, remained, looking down upon heaven and earth.
Only then did Father slowly let out a breath of relief.
He looked at Zeng Anmin and said,
"Unless it is absolutely necessary, do not reveal your Dharma Aspect. Do not use the Six Artifacts unless you are in danger."
Zeng Anmin's expression turned solemn as well.
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
"By the way, Father, tell me about today's small court meeting in the Imperial Study."
He came over and sat before Father.
He folded his arms and crossed one leg over the other.
Father did not mind his posture. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice,
"Huang Yuangao's death cannot be concealed."
"The Dragon Survey Map..."
At this point, Father looked at Zeng Anmin with a complicated expression.
"Although the world does not