Boom!!
The roof of Qilin Virtue Hall exploded just as Yan Qinyu was about to reach for Qin Yao's nose to check his breathing.
Glazed tiles fell through the hole in the roof and shattered against the White Marble floor.
A broken roof beam plunged from above, grazed Yan Qinyu's crown, and crashed beside his feet.
The strings of pearls on his Twelve-Tassel Crown rattled wildly. Several pearls even flew off!
Dust billowed up, muddying the light from the hall's hundred glazed lamps.
"What..."
Yan Qinyu froze and jerked his head up, his pupils contracting.
Three figures dropped through the opening without warning.
The figure in the middle was a lean young man wrapped in a loose moon-white robe.
The wind filled his robe, making him look like a diving hawk!
He gripped an old man in his sixties by the wrist with his left hand and carried a girl of about ten in his right.
He landed straight-legged, smashing a dent into the White Marble tiles without so much as bending his knees...
The old man he held was none other than Qin Yao's grandfather, Qin Dashan.
The girl was Qin Yao's younger sister, Qin Lan!
And the young man standing between them was Diwu Chijin, whom everyone in Great Yan's imperial capital now feared.
Yan Qinyu staggered back several steps.
Only when his lower back struck the armrest of the Imperial Throne did he stop. In disbelief, he said, "Immortal... Immortal Master? Why are you..."
Before he could finish, Diwu Chijin released Qin Dashan and Qin Lan.
Then, without a word, the Immortal Master raised his right hand and spread his fingers.
Hum!!
Orange-Red Flame burst from his fingertips, and two chains shot out of it.
The flames flowing over their links warped the surrounding air in an