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Chapter 451 There are mountains beyond mountains

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Yun Jiu's face turned completely pale.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat felt blocked by something, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Some of the Nascent Soul deacons behind him had already started to tremble.

It's not cold.

It's fear.

Feng Jin watched all of this.

She looked at Yun Jiu's pale face, at his clenched fist in his sleeve, and at the humiliation and fear intertwined in his eyes.

She suddenly remembered something the late emperor had said to her many years ago, when he was still alive.

"Jin'er, you must remember that in this world, no one can stand on the top forever."

She didn't understand at the time.

Now she understands.

Inside the pavilion.

Yunjiu stood there, motionless.

His face turned white then red, then red then white again, like a piece of paper that had been repeatedly crumpled. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he tried to speak several times, but nothing came out.

Chen Anran just looked at him without saying a word or urging him.

But that silence was heavier than any words.

"senior……"

Yun Jiu finally spoke, his voice hoarse like sandpaper, "This junior... this junior is indeed not skilled in this art. If senior insists on seeing..."

He paused, gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "This junior is willing to make a fool of himself for the senior."

After he finished speaking, the pavilion fell into a deathly silence.

The group of Nascent Soul deacons stared wide-eyed at Yun Jiu in disbelief.

Elder Yunjiu, have you agreed?

Elder Yunjiu, who had roamed freely in Tianjing for hundreds of years, and whom even the Emperor of Daqian had to bow to, actually agreed to dance.

Someone rubbed their eyes, thinking they had misheard.

Ke Yunjiu has already stepped forward.

He walked to the center of the pavilion, stood still, and took a deep breath.

Then, he started jumping.

The dance moves were so clumsy they were laughable.

An 800-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator stood in the Peony Pavilion, twisting his stiff waist and waving his clumsy arms, like a duck being forcibly roasted over a fire.

He danced very seriously.

But the more seriously you take it, the more ridiculous it becomes.

Feng Jin watched all this with a faint smile on his lips.

The smile was very faint, so faint that it was almost invisible.

But she was indeed smiling.

She had lived for fifty-three years and this was the first time she had ever seen an elder of the Immortal Alliance dance.

The first time.

The emperor smiled too.

That smile was different from his usual polite smile; it carried a hint of joy and a sense of relief.

He glanced at the Third Princess.

The third princess kept her head down, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

The cloud dove is still jumping.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his face was flushed. He didn't know what to dance, and just twisted and turned aimlessly, like a puppet on strings.

Among the Nascent Soul deacons behind him, some lowered their heads, some looked away, and some quietly turned their faces away.

No one dared to laugh.

But only they themselves know what they are thinking.

Finally, the cloud eagle stopped.

He stood in the center of the pavilion, panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face and dripping onto the ground, leaving a small, dark stain.

He raised his head and looked at Chen Anran.

The fleeting look in his eyes was filled with humiliation, fear, and resentment.

But he hid all of this, only showing a humble smile.

"Senior..." he gasped for breath, "This junior has made a fool of himself."

Chen Anran looked at him without saying a word.

After a long while, he finally nodded slightly.

"Go down," he said.

Yun Jiu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and staggered to the side. He leaned against a pillar, panting heavily, his face as white as paper.

The group of Nascent Soul deacons behind him quickly surrounded him, some offering handkerchiefs, some serving tea, and some asking questions in hushed tones. Yun Jiu waved his hand, saying nothing, simply standing there, gazing at the young man in the main seat.

Something was burning in those eyes.

It wasn't anger.

It is hatred.

But there's nothing he can do now.

He could only wait.

Waiting for the people from the Immortal Alliance to arrive.

Once the identities of these two people are verified.

and so on.

Wait until they reveal a weakness.

When that time comes, he will make those two people wish they were dead.

Yunjiu lowered her eyes, hiding the hatred deep within them.

Feng Jin withdrew his gaze and looked at the Third Princess.

The third princess remained standing there, head bowed, as quiet as a small flower. The night breeze blew, stirring her skirt and the silk flower in her hair.

The silk flowers swayed gently in the night.

Feng Jin walked over and gently took her hand.

The third princess raised her head and looked at her.

There were no tears in those eyes, only a light that Feng Jin had never seen before.

Feng Jin was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

The smile was very light, as light as the wind.

She held her third granddaughter's hand and looked at the young man in dark cloth in the pavilion.

The night was deep, and the lights were bright.

Inside the Peony Pavilion, the young man still sat in the main seat, gazing at the night view outside the garden.

Behind him, the man in the blue robe was watching all this with a smile, as if he were watching a good show.

Feng Jin suddenly felt...

There are mountains beyond mountains, and skies beyond skies.

…………

Late at night.

The lights in the peony garden were still on, but the banquet was over.

When Yun Jiu led the group of Nascent Soul deacons to take their leave, the smile on his face was even more humble than when he arrived, and his waist was bowed even lower than when he arrived.

Feng Jin stood outside the Peony Pavilion, watching the group of people disappear into the night, remaining motionless for a long time.

Her hand was still holding the Third Princess's hand. The hand was small and soft, and the palm was slightly damp.

"Grandmother," the Third Princess called softly.

Feng Jin snapped out of his daze and looked down at her.

The third princess looked up, her clear eyes reflecting the lamplight and her own image.

"That immortal master..." The Third Princess paused, as if carefully choosing her words, "...who is he?"

Feng Jin remained silent for a moment before saying, "Grandmother doesn't know either."

Yeah, I don't know.

A powerful immortal? An immortal who can command the obedience of the Immortal Alliance? An easy-going immortal?

Having experienced a great deal in life, Feng Jin dared not draw any conclusions, because she had seen too much and no longer dared to believe that there was such a thing as love without a reason, or that strangers would be kind to you for no reason.

Therefore, Feng Jin could not draw a conclusion before he understood their purpose.

………………

All the cultivators left, including Chen Anran and his group. But Wei Shanyue did not leave, even though it was very late, he was still kept behind by Feng Jin and the Emperor.

At that moment, Wei Shanyue was waiting outside the peony garden, and soon he was summoned.

The audience took place in the main hall. Inside the main hall, candlelight blazed brightly.

Feng Jin sat at the head of the table, with the young emperor standing beside him. Below, on both sides, several older princes and dukes took their seats in turn, and all eyes were on Wei Shanyue, who was kneeling in the center of the hall.

"Commander Wei, please rise and speak." Feng Jin's voice was still gentle, but there was a hint of urgency in his eyes.

Wei Shanyue stood up and stood with his hands at his sides.

"That Master Chen from tonight," Feng Jin asked bluntly, "do you know him?"