The letter to the Demon Palace had been prepared in advance, instructing him to come here after the royal family dispatched troops to Lan Gu Gate.
A few days ago, someone from Yiling Sect broke through to the Mahayana stage, which was a time when the righteous sects were at their most powerful. Previously, Emperor Mingde did not dare to attack Langgu Sect, and he would not dare to now. This time, the royal family sent troops to Langgu Sect on the orders of the Grand Preceptor of Xirong Kingdom.
Geng Qi had met that Imperial Advisor twice: once at the entrance to the Desolate Swamp Secret Realm, and once when the major sects were besieging the Demon Realm, on the sea of mandala flowers at the Gates of Hell. They had no interaction and he didn't know much about him, but his impression of him... wasn't bad.
But why did Rong Yu send him here?
Just as I was thinking, I arrived at the foot of the tower. It was clearly an ancient tower, but there was a plaque above the entrance that read "Shanghua Hall".
He hadn't seen a single person along the way, so he figured this must be the place where the Western Rong National Preceptor cultivated himself. After a moment's pause, he stepped forward, pushed open the door, and went inside. Only then did he realize why this Shanghua Hall was called a "hall"!
Everything that came into view could only be described as luxurious.
With its vermilion-lacquered pillars and carved beams and painted rafters, one would expect this important national site to be at least a simple, elegant, and tranquil place, if not an elegant one filled with ancient books and scrolls. However, what he saw was a vermilion-lacquered tower filled with antiques and calligraphy, hanging on the walls and corners. Several wooden shelves separated several aisles, and on the shelves were placed all sorts of rare treasures. An ordinary person would probably be so overwhelmed by these priceless items that they would lose their footing. If one did not know better, they would think that this was not an ancient tower, but a treasure vault left behind by some major sect!
The place was not empty, yet there was no one in sight. Geng Qi had not concealed himself, and with the cultivation level of that Grand Preceptor, he should have already noticed him.
While I was deep in thought, a person suddenly appeared at the corner ahead.
Geng Qi asked, "May I ask..."
"Your Majesty, Demon Lord, please."
"..."
Does this person know who he is?
Because of his respectful attitude and lack of threat, Geng Qi did not hesitate and followed him.
The guide walked quickly, leaving the wooden frame, passing through the tower chamber and entering the magic array. After passing through several teleportation arrays, the person disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Geng Qi stepped out of the last magic array, and the scenery before him had changed. The ground was paved entirely with white jade, and he was facing a wide-open window. A beaded curtain separated them, and the crystal beaded curtain was gently blown by the breeze, making a delicate tinkling sound.
Behind the beaded curtain, a figure in white stood with hands behind his back by the window, his black hair flowing, exuding elegance and grace.
But why does that back view look so familiar?
It looks very familiar!
Almost the instant Geng Qi stepped out of the magic circle, the person in front of the window turned around. When their gaze swept from the soles of his feet back to his face, Geng Qi suddenly widened his eyes.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Geng Qi came to his senses and turned to leave.
"come over."
The voice was completely devoid of fluctuations and emotion, yet it was deep and pleasant to the ear.
Geng Qi turned his face halfway back and stared blankly at the person opposite him who was also looking at him.
"System, is this an illusion?"
"That must be my hallucination."
"..."
He hesitated for a moment, and then the beaded curtain rolled up to both sides on its own, completely removing the barrier between them, allowing them to see each other very clearly.
Geng Qi murmured, "How did you get here?"
This person should still be unconscious.
He should be at Yilingmen!
I only stayed in the Demon Palace for a day, and the world underwent earth-shattering changes.
Rong Yu's expression wasn't particularly good. He said with a stern look in his eyes, "Chang Yi, come here."
Instead of advancing, Geng Qi retreated: "...I won't."
The way you're acting makes it clear you're going to confront someone and lecture them. Anyone who goes over there is a fool!
Seeing that he was about to retreat back into the magic circle, Rong Yu shrank the ground to an inch with his feet. Geng Qi only felt a white shadow flash before his eyes. Before he could retreat, his wrist was tightened and he was pulled aside and pressed against the wall made of white jade. A warm current rushed into his head. He instinctively wanted to struggle, but he forcibly held back.
After examining his soul, Rong Yu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
This person really did sever his own soul!
Geng Qi was too intimidated by his gaze to speak.
Rong Yu, breathing heavily, forced back his anger and said, "Who told you to do this?"
"No...nobody."
There were only the two of them at the time, and the person was unconscious. Who else could it be but themselves?
He uneasily looked away, and just as his eyes moved to the corner of his eye, something brushed past him with a loud "bang," and something shattered, just grazing his ear.
Geng Qi was startled by his sudden movement, his eyes widened, and he froze.
He turned around blankly and saw Rong Yu's bloodshot eyes, which revealed pain, fear, and the joy of regaining what he had lost.
But he was so frightened that he couldn't understand anything or care about anything else. After being frightened, people subconsciously want to vent to cover up their fear. He gasped for breath and shouted, "Why are you taking it out on me! You did it first! You knew I couldn't just leave you alone, yet you still lost your mind in front of me. What do you want me to do? Watch you die! You..." How could you be so selfish?
The last words were choked in his mouth. Geng Qi's shoulders tightened as he was held tightly in a hug, his head buried in Geng Qi's shoulder, unable to utter a single word.
Rong Yu hugged him very tightly, so tightly that his shoulders ached.
Because of the tightness of the straps, his body trembled even more noticeably.
Geng Qi's tense body relaxed, and she nestled into his arms.
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