"Just, awake?"
Within the Human Emperor Pavilion, in the depths of a solemn and majestic hall, several figures sat behind a curtain on wooden chairs, each frowning and deep in thought.
These were several Pavilion Masters, with Liu Baiyi and Feng Zhizi occupying the principal seats, joined by the Pavilion Masters of the Fire God Pavilion and the Heavenly Craft Pavilion.
They had serious expressions and eyes filled with contemplation, analyzing the lingering light and shadow before them.
It was a piece of cloth with two somewhat twisted characters written on it.
[Just woke.]
Liu Baiyi said in a deep voice, "This item has already been sent to Central Mountain, carried by a Heavenly Immortal who can be trusted."
"Just woke? Just now woke up?"
The Pavilion Master of the Fire God Pavilion, dressed in a fiery red robe, furrowed his crimson, wing-like eyebrows and said in a rough voice, "Could there be some hidden meaning that we do not comprehend?"
