Mist and clouds twined together, and gauzy curtains fluttered.
Emperor Yu sat cross-legged in the pavilion, the same small table before him, the cup of tea having long since gone cold.
Gazing at the tea that had already gone cold, Emperor Yu smiled faintly and sighed in a low voice, "The mind is not at peace, not at peace indeed."
In recent days, Emperor Yu had paid great attention to the matter concerning 'Lan Feng,' yet despite all the searches conducted by his subordinates, they had failed to find any trace of 'Lan Feng,' who seemed to have disappeared from the world.
"To not find Lan Feng is one thing, but to not even find his junior, 'Qin Yu,' either. I really don't know what those people are doing," Emperor Yu sighed heavily.
After sitting quietly for half a day, Emperor Yu stood up.
