Above the majestic and solemn imperial court, vermilion beams and pillars reach to the sky, and sunlight shines through the carved window lattices, casting dappled light and shadow on the golden brick floor.

The officials, dressed in their court robes, looked respectful, yet beneath the seemingly calm atmosphere, a hint of curiosity and anticipation was stirring.

They looked at the Imperial Preceptor with eyes full of awe.

This awe stemmed not only from the Imperial Preceptor's unfathomable magic and his pivotal position in the court, but also from Feng Qingyun's words just now.

Feng Qingyun's quick wit can leave people speechless.

If she gets upset at the slightest thing, she'll raise her eyebrows, wave her little fists, and yell that she'll blow up someone else's mansion. Her aura is so strong that it seems she could really tear a hole in the sky.

If it weren't for Prince Jinrui Zhao, the court would probably have been thrown into chaos long ago.

King Jinrui Zhao was gentle and kind, with a heart for the common people. With his extraordinary wisdom and patience, he tamed Feng Qingyun, this wild horse that had run wild.

Only then were the officials able to stand securely in the imperial court during this peaceful and prosperous era, offering advice and strategies for the affairs of the nation.

Hearing the final question was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

Everyone was taken aback at first, their expressions shifting from confusion to bewilderment. Then they looked at each other, speechless.

Those officials who usually prided themselves on being well-informed were now silent, their usual eloquent demeanor completely gone.

Some elderly officials with gray hair and deep experience could only shake their heads helplessly at this moment.

They only knew the Grand Preceptor's Taoist name; as for anything else, they knew nothing.

In an instant, the officials' voices unconsciously lowered. Everyone held their breath, pricked up their ears, and leaned forward slightly, afraid of missing a single word.

They eagerly anticipated hearing more secrets about the Imperial Advisor from others.

Some officials even secretly nudged their colleagues with their elbows and whispered their questions, only to be met with the same shake of the head and a look of helplessness.

The entire court was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard, and everyone's attention was focused on the mystery that had not yet been solved.

This strange sound entered the ears of the Imperial Advisor without warning, like a bolt of lightning piercing the silent night sky, instantly shattering her peaceful thoughts.

The Imperial Advisor's pupils contracted sharply, a barely perceptible look of alarm flashing in his eyes.

However, years of cultivation had given her the composure to remain calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before her, and this trace of panic vanished in an instant.

Her gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, locking onto Qin Qianluo instantly, staring intently at her lips, not missing a single subtle movement.

She was absolutely certain that Qin Qianluo's mouth did not open or close, and there was no sign of her making a sound.

Moreover, even if she were to speak, there would be absolutely no possibility of two completely different yet perfectly clear voices coming out at the same time.

Although her heart was in turmoil, her face remained calm and composed.

She straightened her back without making a sound, and with a seemingly casual but actually very meaningful gesture, quickly scanned the surrounding officials.

The officials reacted in various ways; some looked surprised, their mouths slightly agape, their eyes full of doubt.

Some whispered among themselves, their faces filled with curiosity and confusion.

Based on their various behaviors, the Imperial Advisor could be 100% certain that everyone had heard this strange sound.

The Imperial Advisor raised her eyebrows slightly, a sharp glint in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a smile of great interest appeared in his eyes, a smile that carried a hint of excitement and anticipation for exploring the unknown.

This peculiar phenomenon, like a mysterious key, aroused her deep-seated curiosity, making her eager to uncover the truth behind it.

She turned slightly to the side, adjusting to a more comfortable position, and leaned forward slightly.

He exuded an aura of focus, ready to immerse himself fully in this unknown listening experience.

At the same time, her mind was like a high-speed, sophisticated instrument, with all sorts of knowledge about strange and unusual events surging wildly in her memory.

She pondered to herself: Could this be the image of two souls in one body that Master mentioned with a solemn expression and earnest words in the secret room back then?

But how do we explain the child's voice?

Her gaze slowly moved, finally landing on Qin Qianluo.

She scrutinized the young woman closely, not missing a single detail, from her eyebrows and eyes to her expression.

Judging from Qin Qianluo's appearance, she is only thirteen or fourteen years old, in the prime of her youth, and exudes the vigor and vitality unique to this age.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't have uttered such a childish, girlish voice, like a nightingale singing in a valley.

Moreover, the girl affectionately called her "Luo Bao," could it be that this body has two souls, one older and one younger?

On his long journey of cultivating magical arts, the Imperial Preceptor experienced countless hardships and dangers, and witnessed many extraordinary people and events.

Neither the mysterious cultivators in the deep mountains and ancient caves nor the extraordinary people with unique skills in the martial arts world could confuse her so much.

But now, faced with this inexplicable phenomenon, she felt as if she were in a thick fog, surrounded by confusion, unable to find any direction.

Just as the Imperial Advisor was deep in thought, his mind in turmoil, Eunuch Liu tiptoed to his side.

His footsteps were extremely light, making almost no sound, as if he were afraid of disturbing King Jinrui Zhao.

He bowed slightly, lowering his body as much as possible into a respectful arc.

He leaned close to the Grand Preceptor's ear and, in a very low voice that only the two of them could hear, carefully recounted the whole story.

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