As they donned their clothing, it was clear they could not burn it now; perhaps they would even burn Xie Lian along with it.
Xie Lian suggested, "Why not just keep it on for now? After all, it cannot draw my blood, and the Ling Wen should no longer be able to issue commands."
A wave of blue smoke drifted by, and where Ling Wen once stood, only a blue, unsteady figure remained, looking quite serious and seemingly holding a stack of documents.
Xie Lian tucked it away into his robes, and the two made their way from the side hall into the main hall.
It was not just an illusion; the main hall of the Ling Wen Palace seemed far more sinister than before.
Piles of scrolls stacked precariously to the ceiling seemed to gaze down at them, as if threatening to topple and crush them at any moment.
They encountered no guard and headed straight towards a deep red door.
Before they could even get close, Xie Lian heard a shocked and trembling voice from behind the door, "…How is this possible? How could this happen?"
It was the national teacher! Did someone get here before them? Without hesitation, Xie Lian kicked the door open and hissed, "Let him go!"
Inside the room, it was evident that the national teacher was not alone.
Upon the door bursting open, everyone turned to glance at him.