Western Territory Demon Court, Great Sheng Generals

Great Sheng's Southern Territory, ten thousand miles above the ground.

The Dragon-Horse Star Skiff tore through the clouds, speeding steadily through the high heavens toward the Western Territory.

The skiff's interior was spacious and elegant, its floor paved with spirit jade and sandalwood incense curling through the air.

Two figures sat facing each other.

The trace of fatigue between Eldest Princess Li Huaian's brows, left behind by her tireless disaster relief efforts, had long since been swept away.

In its place was a soaring radiance that she tried hard to suppress, yet which still shone from the corners of her eyes and brows.

The more she looked at the young man seated across from her, the satisfaction in her heart welled forth like a warm spring, almost drowning her whole.

Ye Li remained calm, his eyes closed as he rested, as though the recent uproar over his dismissal had never happened.

"General Ye," Li Huaian was the first to break the silence, her voice carrying a trace of barely perceptible lightness, "with your help this time, the crisis in the Western Territory will surely be resolved as easily as a knife splitting bamboo."

"Once matters in the Western Territory are settled, return to the Capital City with me. I will immediately retrieve the relevant archives on the Four Extremes Twelve Gates for you to peruse at leisure."

Ye Li slowly opened his eyes and nodded. "Much obliged."

Compared to friendly forces that always sprang surprises on him, he now trusted these enemies harboring ulterior motives more.

His gaze fell upon the streaming clouds flashing past outside the star skiff, and he seemed to ask only casually,

"You mentioned earlier that the Shangqing Immortal seems unable to leave Great Sheng's territory?"

It was not good to assume the worst of others.