News of No. 1 Secret Realm

Lin Yi's request was connected almost as soon as it was sent.

The surrounding light shifted, transitioning from the medical room into a tranquil starry courtyard.

Beneath his feet lay a floor as smooth as obsidian, reflecting the galaxy above, while a few ancient trees with shimmering silver-blue leaves were sparsely scattered in the corners of the courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard, beside a rustic gray-white stone table, Lord Xuanyan sat with his long, slender fingers tracing patterns in the void, causing a miniature star map composed of countless points of light to swirl accordingly.

"Greetings, Lord."

Lin Yi stepped forward quickly, stopped three paces from the stone table, and bowed respectfully.

Lord Xuanyan raised his eyes, his gaze lingering on him for a moment before he nodded slightly and gestured toward the stone stool opposite him.

"Sit."

Lin Yi sat down as instructed.

Lord Xuanyan picked up the white jade teacup on the table, from which wisps of heat were rising. "Are you in such a rush to find me because of that No. 1 Secret Realm?"

He skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point. At his level, the concept of time differed from that of ordinary people, and there was no need for unnecessary formalities.

"Yes." Lin Yi was equally direct. "Lord, what exactly is that No. 1 Secret Realm? How could it possibly make the three races set aside their slaughter and sign a truce lasting a hundred epochs?"

This was the greatest question swirling in his mind.

The hand holding the teacup paused almost imperceptibly.

He did not answer immediately, instead remaining silent for a moment, his gaze cast toward the illusory, deep starry sky outside the courtyard as if weighing something.

The emerald tea in the cup rippled slightly, reflecting the