Zhao Rong breathed in the cool night breeze slightly and looked at a certain direction for a while.

Just above a certain tent not far from him.

"I saw... a streak of red air rising into the sky from there, shaped like a dragon or a phoenix, with wisps of streaks forming lines..."

"Oh, I really saw it. Where is it?"

The young Confucian scholar was quiet for a moment and said softly: "The central tent where the Dugu family and the young emperor live."

Gui chuckled, "Oh, I really have the ability to look at energy. This is a great magical power."

"Zhao Rong, this is the Qi of the Emperor. Your eyes already have the ability to detect the dragon's Qi, and the Emperor's Qi exuded by the real dragon emperor of the secular dynasty is also a kind of dragon's Qi, which just allows you to see

, it’s an unexpected surprise.”

Zhao Rongzheng squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. He looked at the central tent and was speechless when he heard the so-called "unexpected joy".

The sword spirit in the heart lake said again:

"Zhao Rong, if the source of this anger is really the playful Dugu family and the silly little emperor, then you can already take sides. This great dynasty under the mountain should finally fall into the hands of their mother.

There is no doubt that it was the hands of the two women."

Someone held his sleeves and said nothing.

Gui Xiaoyin: "It's common to find icing on the cake, but it's hard to find help in times of need. I heard you say before that you should be neutral and not take sides or anything like that, but now you have a head start, so you can't help the orphans and widows. Maybe you can help them.

Now we become one of our own family?"

It had a joking tone, and when it said this, it couldn't help but stop laughing.

Zhao Rong still didn't speak, as if he thought the person was boring and had nothing to talk about.

He withdrew his gaze towards the central tent, his specific expression invisible in the darkness.

The sword spirit didn't care either. Sometimes it spoke specifically to tease him.

The latter doesn't seem to fall for it much now.

Gui thought for a moment and then said: "By the way, are you here to offer sacrifices to the Moon Mountain to enshrine Zen? I haven't asked you much about these things since I woke up. Now that I have some free time, you can explain it to me in detail.

Let’s follow the story.”

"There's nothing to say. I'm going to be very busy these two days. Just don't make things worse. It will be over soon."

Zhao Rong shook his head, stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and then looked further away.

"Hey, what are you still looking at?" Gui curled his lips, "You have just acquired the magical power of looking at the dragon's energy, and you are not proficient in using it. It is invisible to the naked eye at farther places. I will wait until you can get more advanced in your cultivation.

Well, I will teach you a secret technique of looking at Qi..."

Sword Spirit was talking when he was suddenly interrupted by the silent Zhao Rong.

"Are you sure...I can't see too far?"

He squinted his eyes and looked somewhere in the distance.

Gui paused for words.

At the entrance of the tent, in the darkness, there was silence between the two of them.

Sword Spirit said seriously: "What did you see?"

The young Confucian scholar lowered his head, raised his hand, and rubbed his eyes.

Said softly:

"I saw a golden and white aura rising to the sky on Mount Jiyue, vaguely like... a cauldron."
Chapter completed!