The Heavenly Palace was out of sync with time and space — it had stolen ten years.
Between the mortal world and the Nether this was only the blink of an eye; Qin Yi’s dual-cultivation didn’t know how long it had lasted.
Over there Meng Qingying and her master had spoken and finished in less than half a cup of tea’s time — somehow, invisibly, it shaved at Qin Yi’s endurance?
Anyway, at this moment the three realms of Heaven, Earth and Man were very quiet.
The heavens had stolen time; let that slow-moving matter lie for now.
The mortal world was peaceful.
Li Qingjun had almost grown numb from impersonating the emperor, really acting like he was the sovereign.
It didn’t seem to make much difference either — left hand, right hand.
Li Wuxian, once brimming with ambition, had sunk into playing games with his master; the foul demon consort had made the ruler neglect court… and she argued, quite righteously, that she could not be separated from Yaoguang.
She certainly couldn’t send Yaoguang down to the mortal realm…
Li Qingjun didn’t bother to retort.
Fine, he’d shoulder more of it himself.
The rabbit had been sent down to accompany her as well.