Spring turned to summer, and summer turned to fall. Flowers bloomed, then withered.0

A year later.0

The autumn air was crisp, and all was clear and still save for the occasional falling leaf. 0

Su Yi lay in a courtyard, reclining in his wicker chair, his eyes narrowed in contentment as he stared into the dome of heaven.0

It was a lovely autumn afternoon. A gentle wind blew past, and the swaying pines and bamboo cast their shifting shadows on the ground. 0

“Sovereign Venerate, over the past year, every prominent orthodoxy in the Immortal Realm has been paying attention to see when you’ll re-establish the Central Immortal Court. Moreover, many of them had expressed their willingness to take the Academy of Eternal Night as their leader and let us oversee the Central Immortal Court’s affairs.”0

Qing Wei sat on a little bench beside Su Yi, keeping his glass full of wine. Her snowy skin shone with eye-catching luster beneath the light of the heavens.0

“There’s no rush,” Su Yi replied distractedly before raising and draining his cup.0

It had been a year since he’d returned from the Epoch Battlefield. He’d gone straight into seclusion, paying no need to worldly affairs.1

His time...0