“Good! Then follow me!” The Great Yan King responded with a nod, rising tall from his seat.
Without hesitation, he reached out and somehow produced a dragon-head cane, then took a long stride of over nine feet, drifting directly toward the back of the hall.
But in the original spot, there still sat an identical Great Yan King, cross-legged on the ground.
Peach He’er, who had long been dumbfounded, immediately panicked at the sight of two of them about to leave. “Grandpa Meng, where are you and the Celestial Officer going? What about me...?”
“I’m going with the Celestial Officer, we’ll be back soon.” The Great Yan King didn’t even take a half-step pause, but his aged voice seemed to already be miles away.
“He’er, copy the Scripture of Past Life again!” The seated Great Yan King said sternly.
“What... yes!” Peach He’er seemed reluctant but dared not disobey, so he lowered his head listlessly.
Lin Ji turned his head and glanced at him. “Spring breeze passes through, leaves unfold, and flowers bloom. I will surely bring you back!”
“Bring me... back?” Peach He’er looked confused and suspicious.