Upon waking, East Emperor Taiyi suddenly sensed an unusual difference in his surroundings.
He opened his eyes from a square mat and sat up cautiously. A maid waiting nearby approached and knelt by the bed, holding a tray with unfinished memorials from the previous night and a glass of warm water to quench his thirst.
East Emperor Taiyi frowned, feeling the air.
Though he had not cultivated in this lifetime, his six senses remained keen.
To his perception, the surrounding air seemed somewhat... thick?
He felt as if many powerful auras were lurking around, with eyes fixed on him.
'Why are there suddenly so many masters around?'
Just as East Emperor Taiyi was about to stand up, a thought occurred to him, and his expression turned extremely gloomy.
He remained seated beside the bed, motionless.
The maids caught a glimpse of the prince's expression, each one holding their breath, too afraid to lift their heads.
