Aftermath(1)

That done, Di Tian deactivated the Saint-Shadow tether and flew towards the Imperial Palace.

The Saint Shadows' eyes were gleaming when Di Tian finally appeared a couple of metres away from them. But their awe wasn't as palpable as Imperial Preceptor Xi, whose expression was akin to a fanatic fan.

Yue Jianli glanced at him and mocked him snidely in her mind, "Such exquisite face-changing skills. Seeing him right now, no one would suspect that he was worrying about the Ancient Dragon Hero Sword and not Master Emperor just a couple of minutes ago."

Di Tian said with a tired tone of voice, "Imperial Preceptor Xi, I'll be leaving the task of handling the aftermath to you."

Just then, someone zoomed into the Imperial Palace in a flash of runic light from a Burst Escape Talisman.

It was actually Zhao Churan. Yue Jianli raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't you supposed to be in the Talisman Palace or something?"