As soon as those words fell, a chill wind silently swept from behind.
Chen Yi suddenly turned his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto the source of the voice.
Atop the dragon's head in the Imperial Palace, a slightly more solid hazy glow slowly drifted over, then coalesced into a somewhat illusionary human figure.
The figure was clothed in vermilion official attire and wore a Liang Crown, with robes embroidered with starry cloud patterns, exuding a timeless yet solemn style suggestive of the formal attire of a high-ranking official from the Western Jin Qintian Bureau.
The figure's face was indistinct, only revealing the lean visage of an elder with greying beard, whose sharp and clear eyes looked down coldly at them.
