The imperial court, there's trouble!
The earlier blue bird not only brought news of Shangguan Siheng seeking an audience, but also delivered a cabinet memorial.
...
Twenty days later.
Mang Mountain.
Sima Lan bowed respectfully.
Beside him stood a youthful and vigorous general, with familiar features between his eyebrows.
This was Wei Xuan's great-nephew, Wei Ye.
He reported, "Your Majesty, over the past month, the spiritual energy of Mang Mountain's Ancestor Vein has continuously risen, and if this continues, it might soon transform into a First Rank Spirit Vein."
"Time waits for no one."
Chen Sansi looked at the sky, at the faintly visible sealing fissure, and closed his eyes heavily.
He formed his Golden Core at the mere age of forty-nine, an achievement that is as rare as phoenix feathers in the cultivation world over the millennia.
Lord Taishan formed his Golden Core at forty-seven.
