At this moment, a carrier pigeon flew in through the window and landed on the counter.
Jing Ci took the note off the pigeon and glanced at it.
"Teacher."
He frowned. "There's news from Laojun Mountain."
Huai Yin raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Jing Ci's expression turned grave and he said, "It's dire."
Huai Yin's weathered eyes narrowed slightly.
For a fleeting moment, it felt as if everyone in Peak City could sense the tremor of the Sky Dome.
But it seemed like an illusion—silent and elusive.
That chilling sensation, however, was real, flashing through everyone's hearts briefly yet unmistakably.
"Even if Master has other plans, I'm still alive, and so are you."
Huai Yin spoke without emotion. "I even begged for the Golden Phoenix Feather for that disobedient disciple, so why is it still dire?"
