"No, no one hopes for that. Everyone knows you're innocent."
Chengming chuckled, "If I'm innocent, why have I been confined here in Shilong Lane for three hundred years?"
"Because Princess Consort Ya is your sister."
Chengming squinted, "Yes, she is my sister."
"Chengming, we all hope this matter really has nothing to do with you."
"What a hope. As if you're with me."
"Indeed. Everyone hopes that the once dazzling Venerable Chengming can ring the Dragon-Touching Immortal Bell once more."
"We both know that's unrealistic. The Dragon-Touching Immortal Bell ought to sleep forever because this country doesn't deserve it to sound again."
Ji Wenrui paused, "Chengming, do you really have to speak so absolutely? If the Holy Emperor were here..."
"Is he here?"
"He's not. But, the Crown Prince is."
Ye Yixian emerged from the curtain of rain. He nodded and said, "Yixian greets the Great Venerable."
Chengming folded his arms and shook his head, "You shouldn't have come to see me."
