As Yun Qing stepped inside, a warm, profound aura instantly enveloped him.
The carriage interior was a world unto itself, far more spacious than it appeared from outside. Its dome was made of translucent, star-studded glass, and scroll paintings of the Immortal Court hung on all four walls. On the low table in the center, wisps of blue smoke curled from a white jade incense burner, its fragrance refreshing the heart and soul. Beside it sat a plate of superb Vermilion Fruits, their vivid red color irresistibly inviting.
Behind the tassels, Yun Huang reclined on his throne. Today, he wore the White Dragon Ceremonial Robe, his chin propped on one hand, his pale golden eyes half closed. His aura was unfathomable, every inch the majesty of an Immortal Emperor who ruled the Nine Heavens.
Yun Qing's steps faltered slightly. He had seen Yun Huang in many guises, but today, he seemed particularly different.
Noticing his pause, Yun Huang lifted his lashes slightly and said coolly, "What are you standing there for?"
Now that was the Yun Huang he knew. Yun Qing chuckled inwardly and walked forward, only to discover, after looking around, that there was no second chair.
Yun Qing tilted his head in puzzlement, his Double Pupils fixed on the Sunken-Light Carpet beneath his feet. Hmm, bedding down on the floor wouldn't be out of the question. That carpet looked soft enough, hardly any worse than his bed in Heaven-Supporting Hall.
Yun Huang: "..."
Seeing straight through his thoughts, His Majesty the Immortal Emperor's eye twitched. Helplessly, he raised a hand and patted the empty space beside him.
The throne was spacious. Never mind two people-it could easily seat ten Yun Qings.
This time, it was Yun Qing's eye that twitched. But faced with those golden eyes, which seemed