The immortal palace returned to stillness.1

Su Yi walked up to Heavenly Prayer and discovered that although her injuries were severe, her life was in no danger. Only then did he relax.0

If she died, Qing Wan wouldn’t be able to live either.0

Su Yi then arrived at the far end of the hall.0

Wei Shan sat there cross-legged, still as a clay statue. Despite the ferocity of Su Yi’s battle, Wei Shan showed no sign of awakening.0

“Ah, a secret art has sealed his soul. Fortunately, it won’t be difficult to undo.” Su Yi sighed in relief.0

He took the bronze kettle hanging from Heavenly Prayer’s waist, then undid the seal. “Nine Planets, come out for a chat.”1

Whoosh!0

Misty light rose, and Nine Planets floated into view.0

“This junior greets you, Your Excellency the Temple Master!” Nine Planets greeted him respectfully. When he glanced at the nearby, unconscious Heavenly Prayer, concern arose on his face.1

“She’ll be fine. No need to worry,” said Su Yi. He took out his wicker chair and sprawled out, then took out a Fortune Spirit Aperture Pill and swallowed it.0

Nine Planets’ spirits soared. “I just knew that you’d be...0