Immortal Court, Imperial Stables.
Today, this place was exceedingly desolate; few immortals passed by the cloud-enshrouded gates, and it could even be said that they deliberately avoided the area.
On the rare occasion that someone came to the Imperial Stables on business, they would be expressionless from beginning to end, treating it as nothing more than official duty, leading the Immortal Chariot away without delay.
The Head and Deputy of the Stables stood outside the hall, stealing glances at the majestic Golden Body seated behind the desk within, and when they withdrew their gaze, they both sighed softly in unison.
Exchanging a glance, they both saw the unmistakable panic hidden in the depths of each other's eyes.
"We're finished."
The desolation here meant that another place must be bustling with activity.
Today, the liveliest place in the Immortal Court was undoubtedly the grand hall welcoming the return of Qingluan Immortal General.