Ling Anhe stood behind True Person Yuanji, his gaze unfocused and his eyes vacant. He looked like an empty shell whose soul had been sucked away, utterly out of place amid the clamorous hall.
From the beginning of the assembly until now, he had remained like this. Absent-minded and lost in a daze, he seemed to be listening, yet seemed not to have taken in a single word.
Those matters concerning the survival of the Nine Domains, those pieces of information enough to make any cultivator's heart pound in terror, seemed lighter than a feather to him. Throughout it all, he had only drifted off into space, without even furrowing his brow once.
Whenever someone occasionally looked his way, he would lift his eyes slightly and meet their gaze for a moment, then lower them again and continue staring blankly ahead.
There was no curiosity in his eyes, no tension, not the slightest ripple stirred by the situation. There was only an almost indifferent coldness; no matter what stone was tossed in, it could not raise even half a ripple.
True Person Yuanji truly had no way to deal with him.
Who could blame him when his eldest disciple was not around? The other disciples were either too junior or lacked sufficient standing; none of them could be brought out to represent him.
Ling Anxin was diligent enough, but her temper was fiery, and she was prone to burrowing into a dead end. For some unknown reason, she had become especially explosive lately, ready to erupt at the slightest spark. Bringing her to an occasion like this would likely cause trouble.
After turning it over every which way, he could only bring Ling Anhe. This child was excessively lax about anything beyond cultivation and showed no interest in anything, but