“Beyond that, it seems his body is shrouded in layers of secret arts,” the woman in green robes said slowly. “Trying to read him is like gazing at flowers through dense fog—vague, shifting, utterly unfathomable.”0

At her words, Li Chenfeng, Zhu Shaotang, and the others exchanged glances, shock rippling through their hearts.0

They knew all too well what the Empire’s two Holy Masters represented. Qing and Hong were ancient beings who had endured since the ancient era, personally witnessing the Empire’s rise from a fragile gathering of mortals into the vast dominion it was today. Throughout that long evolution, their guidance had been indispensable.4

In the eyes of the Empire’s people, the two Holy Masters were the absolute embodiments of power and wisdom.0

And yet now, Holy Master Qing herself admitted that she could not see through that envoy.0

Recalling his...0