"Another Brief Account of the Six Heavenly Ancient Gods. How odd. Why am I collecting these boasts from the six heavenly demon kings? Oh, forget it. I've already gathered four sheets. Maybe once I have the complete set, I can summon a True Lord to grant my wishes..."
"Heh, granting wishes is fine. Summoning a True Lord, though? Forget it."
Zhang Yuan told Chi Guanguan a cold joke in his mind, then made another circuit of the Scripture Pavilion. Finding no new clues, he put away the silk manuscript and left the Imperial Academy without alerting anyone.
Just as he was leaving, however...
Zhang Yuan noticed something: the Imperial Academy's students were all hurrying outside, and the pedestrians beyond its gates were rushing along as well, as though something major was about to happen.
His nerves had been stretched taut all day. He gave it little thought and headed toward the Wei Residence with a heavy heart.
He reached the Wei Residence.
The residence was deserted. Neither Wei Kan nor Wei Liu, Wei Jianxing, or the others were there. Not even a maid was moving about inside. Everyone had gone, leaving an empty shell.
"Hm?"
Puzzled, Zhang Yuan thought for a moment, then decided to go to the Imperial City and ask Zhao Lian.
It was nearly the hour of the goat. The sun no longer stood at the zenith, and sunset was approaching in the Crimson Firmament Roselight Realm.
In the western sky, the sun spilled its lingering glow. Red clouds filled the heavens, bathing Roselight Capital in dazzling gold, while dark clouds massed in the east, promising a downpour before long.
Zhang Yuan arrived at the Imperial City and sensed quite a few people gathered inside the Nine Saints Hall. He traversed space to appear before it,