"Someone come."
"Your Majesty."
A man wrapped head to toe in a black robe knelt down.
"I...."
...
...
Capital, Qingyun Temple.
The old temple master, Tianxu Daoist, was suddenly sitting cross-legged in meditation, his brows furrowing as he felt an inexplicable sense of irritability. Suddenly, his gaze shifted, and he promptly took out a tortoise shell from his sleeve.
He poured out a few ordinary copper coins from within.
But among them, one unremarkable copper coin had split in half.
"This is...."
Tianxu Daoist gently rubbed the broken copper coin in his hand and quickly found the reason:
"It is that boy Chen Yuan...."
After his identity was previously discovered by Chen Yuan, he used a secret technique from the Taixu Palace to observe this person's movements. It wasn't quite peeping into heavenly secrets, just a bit of foresight about his situation.
He had originally placed it aside casually, not paying it much attention.
But now it was suddenly broken.
