In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
Beyond Yiting Star's atmosphere, Lin Qianyi, You Moxuan, and Song Zhixuan stood in the Starry Sky, with one hundred and eight Councilors waiting behind them.
They were no longer illusory Projections. They had crossed tens of millions of light-years at all costs, gathering here from every corner of the Stellar Sea.
The Yougu Council Chamber had assembled in full, all to welcome That One who patrolled the heavens by imperial decree and held the power of life and death—the Formless General, Li Qingshan!
However,
Second by second, time passed, while the distant Stellar Sea remained cold and silent as an abyss.
The circular notice heralding the arrival of a storm had reached its stated date, yet there was still no movement.
"Something's not right!"
Song Zhixuan scratched the back of his head, a trace of agitation rising on his face as he asked in confusion,
"The time stated in the 'letter' was one month. Why is there still no sign of anything?"
"Back then, General Li only took a month to travel from the Origin Seat to the Yuqing Seat. He can't possibly be late now, can he?"
"He isn't late!"
You Moxuan glanced at Song Zhixuan and spoke calmly.
"Only a few hours have passed. As long as the General arrives before the end of today, he won't be late!"
"Old You, why are you picking at words with me?"
Song Zhixuan's eyes widened as he said dully,
"Do you think I care whether General Li is late? I'm worried that he..."
"Worried General Li won't come?"
Lin Qianyi suddenly cut in. His gaze fixed on the anxiety between Song Zhixuan's brows as he said meaningfully,
"Old Song, you're in quite a hurry, aren't you? Are you that afraid