The cries of battle gradually faded into the distance.
At Fallen Soul Slope, on the battlefield that had just endured a clash of True Lord-level spells and magic treasures, the atmosphere was rather stiff.
In truth, Li Wenbi, the Eastern Prince's Heir Ji Jin, and Ding Buxing had never imagined meeting Qing Chen under such circumstances.
With their topknots disheveled, official robes scorched black, and auras in disarray, what remained of their dignity as Heaven-Patrolling Imperial Envoys from the Imperial Capital?
They were special envoys of the Imperial Court, sent by imperial decree, their status inherently above that of local officials. They had fully expected to inspect the Southern Borderlands, patrolling on Heaven's behalf, only to be chased by Southern Yue cultivators like rats fleeing with their heads covered. In the end, they had even needed Qing Chen, the very "subject of their investigation," to rescue them.
People would laugh their teeth out.
All their backing and authority had become utter nonsense.
In fact, the three of them, particularly Li Wenbi, had already taken and refined quite a few spirit pills. Though they were nowhere near their peak condition, they did not need Qing Chen to stand guard over them for so long.
It was simply embarrassment-so much embarrassment that they had no idea how to begin speaking.
They were either a prince's heir or upright members of the Imperial Court, and had never been so embarrassed in their lives. Ding Buxing, in particular, wished he could bury himself in the ground, terrified of attracting attention.
The atmosphere remained stagnant.
Just then, steady footsteps approached from afar.
The three looked up to see Qing Chen, who had been standing guard and regulating his breathing some distance away, striding toward them. He had put away that terrifying Black Demon Blood Armor