In the grand and majestic bedchamber, Ji Lin, seething with anger, paced back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back. Everything was so close to being accomplished, yet an unexpected problem had arisen at the last moment.
After pacing for a while, he swung his wide sleeve forcefully with his left hand.
"Send out everyone we have left! No matter what it takes, you must find that girl An Ping for me before the coronation ceremony!"
"Your old servant obeys."
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. This little setback won't take long to resolve. Nowadays, anyone who isn't blind can see that Destiny is on your side. Harming your own body with rage is the greater problem."
Hearing this, Ji Lin's expression finally softened slightly. "Right. Has there been any news of Er Jiu from the Ao Jing Sect?"
"The guards at the city gate reported seeing him enter the city, but no matter if we use divination or calculation, we cannot detect his whereabouts within the Capital City."
