The emperor was indeed muddleheaded, and the so-called Magic Appraisal Assembly was indeed absurd. Yet even such absurdity was part of the changing mortal world, something he could have left alone.
Just as earlier, when the two Night Wandering Gods had acted, Qi Zhongbin had actually been nearby. He also understood that the two wandering spirits had probably guessed something in the end, but had not investigated further-or, to some extent, had been unable to.
Still, everything had its limits. Qi Zhongbin knew it was not his place to interfere with whatever Magic Appraisal Assembly the emperor held, but when the mages it attracted were clearly evil creatures that brought calamity upon the people, he could not encounter one and simply stand by.
Hmph. Imperial Guards at your door, the destiny of an Imperial Proclamation shielding you, and human flesh concealing you. You do have a few tricks.
"Whooo."
A gentle breeze blew toward the mansion. The Imperial Guards at the gate merely frowned in the cold wind, while Qi Zhongbin, standing in the distant mist, vanished, merging with the wind and entering the mansion.
Inside a room deep within the mansion, the mage, drenched in cold sweat, had just recovered from his pain. His Primordial Spirit excursion today had gone terribly poorly; he had actually encountered Netherworld Officials. It seemed he would have to be more careful in the future.
The mage took a small bottle from his robes, tipped out a blood-red pill, and swallowed it. A moment later, color slowly returned to his pale face.
But this was not treatment for the injuries the Night Wandering Gods had inflicted. Rather, every time he returned from a so-called "Primordial Spirit excursion," he needed a Blood Pill to replenish himself. Otherwise, his body would be in terrible condition, and