The reference to the main emperor, the patriarch of the Long Dynasty, the man whose illness was the worst-kept secret in the immortal world, was there. The implication, the "my brother is dying and I need to return" implication, was clear.
Emperor Yun, his kind face, the nod, was there. "Indeed, indeed. The Immortal Emperor's health is really not good. You need to—"
The energy spike hit.
The air, the ambient spiritual energy, shifted. The qi, the massive, overwhelming, golden qi, erupted. The shockwave, the spiritual shockwave from the breakthrough, hit everyone in the corridor. The emperor, the guards, the attendants — all felt it.
Emperor Yun, his eyes widening, turned. "What happened?"
The question, the sharp, urgent question of a ruler sensing a massive spiritual event in his own palace, was there.
They moved. Back toward the banquet hall. Through the corridors, through the doors, into the hall.
They saw.
