Su Ziji smiled and nodded, but the moment he stepped outside, his expression turned cold.
"Damn it!"
Something like this had actually happened. He had no idea whether it would stir murderous intent in the man on the dragon throne. Could he protect his wife and child?
At the thought, resentment surged through Su Ziji. Yet even with this fire bottled up inside him, whom could he vent it on?
After all, no one knew how this had happened. He had clearly made every possible preparation, so why had something like this still occurred?
Perhaps as a legacy of Emperor Shizu of Great Wei, winding corridors ran throughout both palaces and residences. Hui Dao walked along one such corridor, crossed Moon Bridge, and circled past Dongyi Tower. He did not follow into the inner courtyard, but stood on a rock and gazed toward it for a long while, lost in thought.
Entered the Dao? This spiritual energy was familiar: it had spilled out from someone who had entered the Dao.
Judging by Prince Dai's expression, could the person who entered the Dao actually be his consort?
Even with Hui Dao's broad experience and knowledge, he could not help being astonished.
Prince Dai clearly knew something. His consort entering the Dao might not be unusual; after all, opportunities to enter the Dao took many forms. It was not limited to cultivators. Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing-anyone with talent and fortune in any one of these arts could enter the Dao in an instant. What astonished Hui Dao was that Prince Dai not only knew about this, but had immediately recognized that the aura of entering the Dao had come from his consort.
Could Prince Dai have discovered long ago that his consort had the potential to enter the Dao?
That