Yun Qing slowly closed his eyes, his five fingers quietly forming a seal inside his sleeve as spiritual power gathered soundlessly at his heart.
Only after finishing all this did he raise his eyes to Yun Si's back ahead of him. He hoped he was merely fearing that the sky would fall, and that this "trump card" would never have to be used.
But if they truly reached a desperate end, he absolutely could not burden his mother in the slightest!
Meanwhile, deep within the Ji Clan, in the flower pavilion outside Yun Huang's secluded cultivation abode.
With both Yun Si and Yun Qing absent, the pavilion, usually filled with conversation, was unusually deserted.
When Ji Huang emerged from the depths of the abode, his gaze lingered there for a moment. For some reason, it felt a little too quiet.
He himself had always preferred peace and quiet. Had someone once told him that silence could feel unsettling, he probably would have offered only one comment: "You're sick."
Yet now, it did indeed seem as though something was missing.
Ji Huang withdrew his gaze.
"Black Guard."
"Young Master." A black shadow appeared without a sound.
"Where is Mother now?"
"The Madam and Young Master Ji Shuo should have passed through the Wei River stretch by now. They will enter the Eastern Region shortly."
The Wei River was precisely the boundary between the eastern and southern regions.
"Mm." Ji Huang nodded lightly.
The Wei River.
Many years had passed in the blink of an eye since his mother had picked up that brat on the banks of the Wei River.
The mortal who used to stand below and stare upward for ages whenever he saw someone flying on a sword could now accompany his mother to offer congratulations to the Yun