Beneath the "Chongwen" plaque.
The staff of the Prince Mansion had already departed, while the members of the Crown Prince's faction watched the noble man who had just emerged from seclusion.
Lu Mingyuan had become everyone's backbone.
An entire faction, built with him as its core, had already taken shape.
Lu Mingyuan sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere. It was utterly silent, and everyone was tight-lipped.
Qi Muxue, in particular, was haggard and grief-stricken.
"Why is no one talking?"
Lu Mingyuan frowned, shattering the silence as he demanded.
Sui Yuqing was the first to step forward. She said in a low voice, "Seven days ago, Elder Mr. Qi... He has fallen on the Celestial Profound Continent. His coffin is on its way back."
After a moment of shock, Lu Mingyuan's gaze sharpened. He stared at Fairy Ci Hang and said in a heavy voice, "Be careful what you say. Without confirmation, a rumor about the fall of a Saint is enough to shake the world."
