"Louder."
"When the wind flutters my immortal robes high, I seem to dance like a goddess in rainbow feathers!"
"Good~"
Satisfied, the old man patted the little emperor's head and, like a fierce tiger, closed his eyes, leaned against the throne, and fell into a deep sleep.
Yet, even as he slept, the emperor's chanting still echoed in the vast hall, filled with a haunting sorrow.
Before falling asleep, Zhao Qin had issued an order that no one was to obstruct Fang Cheng's actions.
Having left the palace, Fang Cheng pulled up his list of targets and started selecting his next one, First Under Heaven Taoist.
This target was also quite troublesome, mostly because one had to traverse the world's Taoist Academies, discuss the insights of cultivation with each Taoist temple's master, and garner their approval and willing handover of their seals.
