He must preserve his life in the Central Plains.
"Mmm."
"Also, the piece of the Jade Seal that carried part of Japan's national fate has been repaired and is now almost ready."
"Good."
Jingtai's responses were very brief.
Suddenly, a message was announced from outside, and a figure clad in the Black Armored Imperial Guard's attire walked up to the top of the Observatory, knelt down facing Jingtai, and presented a crimson Jade Box with both hands.
"Your Majesty, the Divine Pill refined in the Sacrificial Hall has arrived."
"Mmm..."
Capital, Qingyun Temple.
The old temple master, with white hair and beard, was gently wafting a feather fan, sitting on a recliner as if he was asleep.
West City, the Lesser Thunderclap Monastery.
Pu Xian Bodhisattva sat in a higher position, twirling Buddha Beads in his hand, reciting scriptures.
Time ticked by, second by second, and the starry sky remained incredibly dim.
Chen Yuan sat alone on a meditation mat, recuperating his spirit.
