Several miles away from Silent Mountain, an unassuming hill among the countless hills of the vast Nine States, suddenly lit up with a radiant light.
Whoosh——
Accompanied by a towering column of white light, a blue and white figure emerged from within it.
This was a slightly paunchy middle-aged man, dressed in a long, open-collared robe, looking rather relaxed. He appeared to be in his thirties or forties, but due to his clean, round face, he seemed somewhat younger than his actual age.
This man looked somewhat flustered. As soon as the white light disappeared, he immediately tried to fly eastward. But before he could take off, he spotted a lithe figure bathed in fiery light.
"Little fatty, you can run quite fast, huh?"
This figure was none other than Empress Feng, clad in bright red robes. Her black hair fluttered about, and the flames surrounding her suggested she had just arrived.
