Emperor Sheng Meets One Setback After Another

With the method for advancing to the True Spirit Realm in hand.

Ye Li was in high spirits. His tall figure flashed through the dense clouds and mist blanketing the lake for thousands of miles, reappearing on the shore in an instant.

Emperor Sheng, who had waited for a long time, immediately stepped forward. Concern and a faint, barely perceptible probing look filled his face as he urgently asked:

"General, just now I sensed the Imperial Preceptor's aura suddenly erupt, and the clouds and mist churned violently. Did something happen?!"

Ye Li did not stop walking, merely casting him a casual glance. "Nothing happened on my end."

"As for the Imperial Preceptor... it would not be convenient for me to say. If you truly wish to know, ask her yourself later."

Emperor Sheng choked on his words. His curiosity about the truth clawed at him like a cat, yet he also felt that Ye Li's words made sense.

If something major had truly occurred, asking An Lingzhen, the person involved, would indeed be more appropriate.

He suppressed the urgency in his heart and piled a gentle smile back onto his face. "I was too anxious."

"General, having returned from this journey, you must be weary in mind and spirit. Please return to your residence and rest at once."

Ye Li nodded slightly without another word, transforming into a streak of golden light and swiftly departing.

As he watched the golden light vanish, Emperor Sheng's smile immediately faded, replaced by a deep gloom.

He would not say this, nor would he say that.

Even if he was an exceptionally useful divine sword, he was somewhat too ignorant of etiquette.

"Forget it. Who told him to possess such high cultivation and such formidable methods..."

Emperor Sheng shook his head, then his figure