Make Your Immortals and Buddhas Make a Sound

It was already deep winter, and the south was even colder.

Jianyang Prefecture's city walls were somewhat weathered, covered in the traces of passing years.

"What happened to your Sect Master?"

Feng Xi and the other two Southern Suppression Generals looked up at the city wall and stopped Li Qingfeng in confusion.

Since last night, Shen Yi had been sitting there, quietly gazing into the distant blue sky. Neither joy nor anger could be seen on his fair, handsome face.

In everyone's impression, he had always been in a hurry, constantly rushing about. It was rare for him even to stop and rest, much less wear such a leisurely air of wandering thoughts.

It looked like a good thing, yet it was simply too unusual.

"..."

As usual, Li Qingfeng brought tea to his Sect Master. But under the watchful eyes of the three behind him, he helplessly stopped before turning back and asked softly, "Sect Master, did something happen?"

"Just looking around."

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and looked at the red jade in his hand.

The object emitted no aura, nor did it bear any carved markings. Only by comparing it with the contents of the jade slip could one roughly guess its purpose.

The contents of Ye Lan's message did not sound like something a Human Emperor should have said. They sounded more like the words of a lonely, helpless old man.

Shen Yi closed his eyes, and the scene of his flight from the Southern Continent to the imperial city surfaced in his mind.

That man, as erratic as a child, had showed off that pool of imperial aura to him as though flaunting a treasure.

Even now, when Shen Yi recalled what he had seen then, despite possessing might second only to an Emperor Lord