Chen Yi's gaze deepened.
Zhu E exclaimed hurriedly, "Sir... the Sect Hierarch didn't reject you, he just... the Sect Hierarch wants to see you."
"I understand." Chen Yi replied calmly.
Zhu E had mentioned before that much of Gongsun Guan's behavior and speech were the results of divination, thus often unfathomable, even a Saintess in the sect couldn't fully grasp the reasons.
Entering the Southern Border alone, whether to live or die, apart from Gongsun Guan, no one can know for certain.
The woman in his arms seemed relieved by Chen Yi's understanding and happy that an invisible contradiction had dissipated. She took something out of her embrace and handed it to him.
Like a missing page from a book, the entire piece gleamed gold, with tightly packed, profound Persian script flickering like flames. Chen Yi restrained his gaze and took out a similar golden paper from Square Land.
Upon a brief scan, the two seemed contiguous, like the upper and lower pages.
