The immortal had never heard the Emperor speak in such a tone that made it sound like he was sobbing.
The immortal subconsciously glanced at the man, but he did not see anything other than his pale fingers.
There was almost nothing strange about the Emperor. He even put up a half-smile during the Heavenly feast, enjoying the dancing and singing in celebration.
It appeared as though everything was back to normal. There were always people following the Emperor whenever he was listening to the Buddhist Scriptures at Buddhism so he would never get bored.
A witch who had recently been promoted to the celestial class followed him around the most.
Unknowingly, the immortal was afraid that Lord Phoenix would be mad if she saw them.
However, the Emperor seemed to deliberately pick that way out of so many other paths.
In fact, every time when they passed by Phoenix's door, it was closed. However, on the third day, they met face to face.
