Zhou Jing headed north and returned to the capital. Other than being intercepted midway, the rest of the time was smooth sailing without any waves.
When he returned to the capital, he immediately alarmed the court and was summoned to the palace by the Emperor.
Imperial Palace, Imperial Study.
Zhou Jing followed the eunuch into the room and greeted the Emperor, who was writing calligraphy.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Perfected One, you're finally back. You look much worse for wear."
The Emperor hurriedly put down his pen and sized him up, his tone amiable.
Seeing that Perfected Master Windwalker was unscathed and still had all four limbs, he could not help but heave a sigh of relief. However, he realized that the other party's face seemed to have thinned a little, and his face was an unhealthy pale.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I was able to avert the danger. Unfortunately, I couldn't accomplish anything alone."