Lin Yi's request was connected shortly after he sent it.
The scenery around him shifted in a blur of light, transforming the treatment room into a tranquil courtyard beneath a starry sky.
The ground beneath his feet was smooth as obsidian, reflecting the vast river of stars above. A few ancient trees, their leaves glowing faintly silver-blue, stood scattered around the courtyard.
At the center of the courtyard, beside a simple gray-white stone table, Lord Xuanyan sat with his long fingers casually tracing patterns in the air. A miniature star chart made of countless points of light shifted and flowed before him.
"Greetings, Lord."
Lin Yi hurried forward, stopped three paces from the stone table, and bowed respectfully.
Lord Xuanyan looked up and studied him for a moment before giving a slight nod and pointing to the stone stool opposite him.
"Sit."
Lin Yi did as he was told.
Lord Xuanyan picked up the white jade teacup on the table, wisps of steam rising from it. "You're in such a hurry to see me. Is this about the No. 1 Secret Realm?"
He skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point. At his level, his sense of time was unlike that of ordinary people, and there was no need for pointless formalities.
"Yes." Lin Yi was equally direct. "Lord, what exactly is the No. 1 Secret Realm? What could make all three races stop fighting at once and sign a truce lasting a hundred eras?"
That was the biggest question weighing on his mind.
Lord Xuanyan's hand paused almost imperceptibly as he held the teacup.
He did not answer immediately. Instead, he fell silent for a moment and gazed out at the illusory, boundless starry sky beyond the courtyard, as though weighing something.
Fine ripples spread across the emerald