Chapter 823 Let Your Immortal Buddha Make a Sound

The winter has arrived, and it's even colder in the south.

The walls of Jianyang Prefecture are somewhat mottled, marked by the passage of time.

"What's wrong with your Sect Master?"

The three Generals of Southern Defense, including Feng Xi, looked up at the city walls with some confusion and called out to Qingfeng.

Since last night, Shen Yi has been sitting there quietly gazing afar into the Azure Sky, his fair and handsome face revealing no joy or anger.

In everyone's impression, he was always in a hurry, restless, rarely stopping to rest, let alone being in such a leisurely and detached state.

Although it seemed good, it was just too unusual.

"..."

Li Qingfeng routinely brought tea to the Sect Master, but under the gaze of the three behind him, he stopped helplessly and softly asked, "Sect Master, has something happened?"

"Just looking around."

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze, looking at the Red Jade in his hand.