When Ye Feng emerged from the underground secret chamber, it was during a morning of warm sunshine and a clear sky that stretched for miles. This prompted an unfamiliar feeling in him, a sharp contrast to the dome of the sky that looked like the end of the world, shrouded in a gloom just a few days before. The now pure blue canvas above was an incredibly beautiful sight.
"Finally decided to show up, didn't you?" Yu Xianhe said as he stepped forward to greet Ye Feng, who had just walked out of the chamber. "In your absence, the imperial capital has turned into a complete mess!"
Ye Feng slightly furrowed his brows and asked, "What has become of the imperial capital?"
Yu Xianhe cracked a slight smile and said, "This old man has aged, and I've long been out of the loop with worldly affairs. However, according to news from Feiyu, it's not just those aristocratic clan gates in the capital; even the Divine Doctor Sect has been affected."
