"Imperial Lord, the person you wished to see has arrived."
At the entrance to an exceedingly magnificent palace hall, Su Cheng bent at the waist and spoke in a low voice.
"Good. Let him in."
A robust, resonant voice came from within the hall.
Ye Lin entered the hall with his hands clasped behind his back.
The hall was vast and resplendent in gold and jade, brilliant enough to blind the eye.
Yet it was also empty, without a single other figure in sight.
At the very top sat a middle-aged man in a golden robe, his aura extraordinary.
Holding a teacup, he looked toward Ye Lin.
"Fellow Daoist, you came just like that. Aren't you afraid my intentions might be impure?"
Looking at Ye Lin, who radiated confidence from head to toe, he was deeply curious.
He could not see through Ye Lin's strength.
But Ye Lin was certainly no ordinary person.
The Imperial Capital was suppressed by a grand formation.
This fellow had openly stepped into the formation—could it be that he had not noticed?
He had definitely noticed.
And after noticing it, he had still dared to come?
What audacity.
"I came, and I can leave."
"I bear no grudge against the Imperial Lord. I believe the Imperial Lord has no reason to make a move against me."
"One can have a whole pack of friends without issue, but even one enemy is enough to keep the Imperial Lord awake at night."
As Ye Lin spoke, he found himself a seat and unceremoniously dropped into it.
"Hahaha, good."
"I am Su Cheng. May I ask how this fellow Daoist is addressed?"
"Ye Lin."
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, good. Wang Feng, go pour tea for Fellow Daoist Ye Lin."
"Yes."
Wang Feng shot Ye Lin an incomparably admiring