"Hey, I wonder which Great God is playing a prank on me, at least let me know where Yang Chan went."
Tian Peng mumbled to himself.
"And that Yang Jiao, who knows where he's gone."
"But there's some clue there. He probably headed east, straight into the vast open sea."
Tian Peng cast his gaze towards the distant East, a hint of profundity in his eyes.
They handle things with a certain finesse here.
At least it appears more like Yang Jiao had his own adventure,
rather than any Great Power stepping in directly to interfere with the Emperor's family affairs.
"Jiao entering the East Sea, this seems like the rise of a dragon at the first meeting with the winds and clouds."
This chess game is played really big.
He mumbled to himself, while turning his eyes back to the majestic mountains shrouded in endless celestial mist below.
Yuquan Mountain, Golden Dawn Cave.
This was the quiet cultivation venue of True Master Yu Ding, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.
