Wisps of azure smoke rose from Lei Jun's fingertip as a Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission Talisman turned to ash, then scattered into nothingness, "Now, let's see what result comes next."
To him, the court was still a distant prospect.
Still, he paid extra attention to such matters.
After all, the turmoil of the land would have far-reaching consequences.
It would not affect only the Celestial Master Mansion of Dragon Tiger Mountain.
It would also impact noble clans such as the Five Clans and Seven Families... *A trace of cold light flickered in Lei Jun's eyes, but he soon returned to calm.*
He restrained the wandering of his thoughts, refocusing on his own cultivation, quietly awaiting further changes in the True Yin Land and the gray bamboo before him.
Time was unknown in the mountains.
The height of summer slipped by quietly.
The mountain forest, never oppressively hot to begin with, now grew chilly at night.
The weather, gradually shifted into autumn.
