Heaven and earth were overcast and silent.

Five Emperors were imprisoned before Heavenly Tripod Mountain, and all of them looked miserable.

Su Yi reclined in a wicker chair not far away, sipping wine on his own.

When he saw this, Cui Chang’an couldn’t help but sigh to himself, It’s indeed as I expected. With Uncle Su here, even mighty and influential Emperors are reduced to small fries, unable to take a single hit.

However, when he realized who Fei Changting and his companions were, alarm coursed through his heart. I wouldn’t have thought that the Denglong of the Shentu Territory would get mixed up in this!

Cui Chang’an faced Su Yi and clasped his fist in greeting. “Unc-... Young Lord Su, I’m late. This must have been a nasty surprise.”

“It was—for them,” said Su Yi. As he spoke, he rose from his wicker chair. “I’m going to have a look around Heavenly Tripod Mountain. I’ll let you deal with them.”

With that, he drifted over to the mountaintop.

When Cui Chang’an saw this, he turned his attention to the five suppressed Emperors, especially Cui Weizhong. His expression filled with cold indifference.

Cui Weizhong felt alarm course through him,...