Standing on the cliffside walkway, watching the two figures heading toward the distant buildings, Shi Fengchen's gaze grew sharp.
The sea breeze stirred his somewhat yellowed beard, but could not stir the wrinkles on his face. Those wrinkles represented the effort he had devoted to the imperial court, as though cast in iron.
A subordinate asked for instructions. "Sir, they're about to enter the building. Shall we act?"
Shi Fengchen narrowed his eyes slightly. "Wait. There are many guests at the Four Seas Banquet. Acting now could easily cause trouble."
His subordinate understood what he truly meant. By agreeing to let the Pure Heaven Bureau send men to watch the Four Seas Banquet, the Western Sea Sword Sect had already shown the imperial court considerable respect. If arresting those two fiends later forced the banquet to end hastily, or even caused greater trouble... who would bear the Western Prince's wrath?
Shi Fengchen asked, "Who is in the building at the moment?"
Another subordinate said, "Most of the immortal masters have already gone to the Cloud Terrace."
Shi Fengchen was somewhat displeased. Never mind letting them escape from the inn the night before last. Those cultivators knew perfectly well they would come to the Four Seas Banquet today, yet still didn't take it seriously.
"What about the Green Mountain Sect?"
"They've gone too."
"Then who is there now?"
"Senior Zhu Jie was in the zither hall just now."
"Him? Good. Send someone to inform him. Have him watch those two fellows in bamboo hats inside."
"Everyone else is to wait outside."
"Notify the Western Sea Sword Sect and ask them to help send a sword message into the Cloud Terrace. Leave everything else alone for now."
Shi Fengchen's orders were clear and precise.
He believed that once they left Solitary Mountain,