Imperial Spirit Palace must be out of their minds. They've existed for so many years, right in the capital, and yet their sacred altar can be taken down single-handedly, why don't they just die?
Facing Uncle Qin's exclamation, the North Divine Marquis could only nod mechanically.
"Dreaming is not a good habit."
Uncle Qin's aged palm slowly withdrew from the top of the North Divine Marquis' head, and the latter trembled, nodding hurriedly to vomit.
"I... I understand, I slept too deeply, it was all fake."
As he spoke, the North Divine Marquis quickly got up, bowed, and turned into a flash of lightning, disappearing into the vast night without looking back.
"Dream-like, borrowing falsehood to cultivate truth... What a clever person." Uncle Qin's words were indifferent, and as he spoke, he turned and walked away.
His figure vanished, as if he had never appeared in the first place.
The huge city wall above was empty and mysterious, ineffable.