Wind-Moon Retreat.
A night of fierce winds and torrential rain inside Wind-Picking Pavilion had only just subsided when, early that morning, the huanghuali canopy bed with its "Heaven and Earth Share the Spring" moon-gate frame began creaking again.
Behind the scarlet bed curtains embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, the quilt patterned with a hundred frolicking carp heaved and rolled.
Within, a scene of two beauties sporting with a dragon was unfolding.
Gai Fengyou lay on his back, eyes narrowed. He casually picked up the Communication Talisman Disc beside his pillow, signaled with his eyes for the two women to continue, and listened to its message. It contained only a few brief words.
"The Prince of Chu lost his golden seal."
Gai Fengyou stared blankly at the canopy overhead. Even racking his brains, he could not understand how such a calamity vast enough to blot out the sky had suddenly arisen.
A dragon in shallow waters fell prey to shrimp.
The two beauties raised their heads in puzzlement and looked at Gai Fengyou.
The times were against him, and his steed would no longer advance.
Gai Fengyou remained stunned for quite a while. Then his aged face flushed, and he waved them away. "Go, go, go! Disaster has struck the Divine Capital!"
After chasing the two women away, Gai Fengyou hurriedly checked his Communication Talisman Disc and made inquiries everywhere. Before long, he sent Li Qingxian a message.
"The Prince of Chu lost his golden seal and has been kneeling outside the Imperial Study for a long time, refusing to rise. The Inner Factory dispatched numerous upper-rank experts to search Wolf Head Mountain. Even Grand Fate Arts Masters have taken the field, but they have found no clues. Ye Han has been arrested and thrown into the Imperial Prison. A great