As someone knocked on the courtyard gates, an aged voice emanated from the doorway.

“I am the Ninth Libationer of Meng Po Palace, Rui Yang. Dharma Protector Xue Ye and Legacy Disciple Cui Jingyan have come to request an audience, Fellow Daoist Su.”

The old blind man furrowed his brow. “Your Excellency, we’ve got ill-intentioned guests.”

Su Yi laughed. “No, there’s no way they’re here to cause trouble. Open the door and let them in.”

The old blind man was confused, but he nonetheless rose to let them in.

Su Yi, meanwhile, lost all interest in breakfast. He arrived beside the fish pond and sprawled out in his wicker chair as usual.

It was a clear spring morning, with a gentle breeze and beautiful sunlight. Throughout the courtyard, the vegetation flourished, brimming with life.

As Su Yi lay in his wicker, he couldn’t help but recall something.

Last night, when the Xia Emperor and Weng Jiu visited, they brought with them the spoils of war. Combined, the various treasures’ value was inestimable.

And some of the spiritual materials could be used to enhance the wicker chair…

As he pondered, the old blind man led over the Ninth Libationer, Cui Jingyan, and Xue...