Silence.
A deathly hush hung over the plaza. Everyone was pale as they watched Qin Hao leave.
The words of Qi Heng and the other four had sent everyone's world spinning.
Ancestor Yan Yun was dead?
As the pillar holding the Northern Yan Dynasty steady, Ancestor Yan Yun's death meant the dynasty would soon face enormous trouble.
Moreover, he had been killed by the woman before them.
If this woman intended to continue attacking the Northern Yan Dynasty, even all of them together would be no match for her.
Everyone lowered their heads in terror, not daring to meet Venerable Hun Yan's gaze.
Qin Hao had already left, but Venerable Hun Yan had not moved.
"Not in the Imperial City?"
Venerable Hun Yan frowned slightly. "My spiritual sense covers the entire Imperial City, yet I found no trace of that old scoundrel Yan Yun's remnant soul."
Yet Venerable Hun Yan could distinctly sense the lingering traces of Ancestor Yan Yun's aura here.
In other words, Ancestor Yan Yun had definitely returned to the Imperial City earlier. As for where he was now...
He was very likely hiding somewhere.
"Hmph!"
Venerable Hun Yan snorted coldly, sweeping the area again with his vast spiritual sense.
The Imperial Palace, Eastern Region.
The entire Imperial Palace was enormous. The Inner City alone was no smaller than Tianshui City.
Within the eastern cluster of palaces stood a dilapidated side hall in a courtyard overgrown with weeds.
Two guards holding spears and wearing scale armor stood casually at its entrance.
Through the doorway, a beautiful middle-aged woman could be seen imprisoned inside.
She wore tattered clothes, her hair disheveled. Perhaps because of years of malnutrition, her face was somewhat gaunt and pale.
Had Venerable Hun Yan been here, he would certainly have noticed the resemblance