Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Upon entering, the first thing that catches the eye is a carved mahogany desk, its dark wood grain flowing in the light like dancing sprites.

On the desk sits an antique set of the Four Treasures of the Study, with the inkstone calm and heavy, and the brush holder exuding an ancient, moss-like aura.

Around the Bagua, bookshelves were piled high with ancient books, lying there quietly, like an ocean that had accumulated the weight of time.

The wooden bookshelf was as white as snow, and the covers of the books had faint traces of rust.

The books on the bookshelf are neatly categorized, including Confucian classics, Buddhist scriptures, historical texts, and more, their old covers revealing the weight of time and the inheritance of wisdom.

Beside the desk, there is a pair of jade Guanyin statues facing each other. Guanyin sits on a lotus flower, radiant with compassionate eyes that seem to see through everything.

Next to the Guanyin statue is an exquisite tea set. The purple clay teapot has been imbued with the charm of time, and the wooden tea tray holds celadon teacups, which exude a faint fragrance of tea.

One wall of the room is covered with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists. The ink is rich and the lines are smooth, outlining the artistic beauty of various forms such as landscapes, flowers and birds.

The exquisite frames and mahogany mountings accentuate the value and quality of each piece.

I walked to the window, opened it, and a sea of ​​clouds came into view.

In this mysterious sea of ​​clouds, thick fog permeates the entire space, making everything around us hazy and indistinct.

Layers of clouds and mist swirl and dance in the sea of ​​clouds, like thousands of waves crashing against the ocean, full of boundless vitality and wonder.

Looking down, there was a vast, bottomless abyss, dark and eerie.

Strange lights could be faintly seen flickering in the abyss, as if they came from an unknown world, filling people with curiosity and confusion.

The howling wind occasionally drifted by, like the whispers of a demon, alternating between the boundless sea of ​​clouds and the abyss, sending chills down one's spine.

The sound of the wind carried an incomprehensible message, creating an invisible pressure that seemed to threaten to engulf one in this bizarre world.

Surrounded by a sea of ​​clouds and an abyss, everything becomes uncontrollable, as if entering another dimension.

This eerie scene makes one want to explore its mysteries, yet also fears becoming trapped within it.

The surreal sea of ​​clouds, the bottomless abyss, and the howling wind—this mesmerizing scene lingers in my mind, impossible to shake off.

Suddenly, a person flew up from the endless abyss.

In the darkness of the abyss, a white light suddenly flashed, and an old man with white hair flew into the air.

He was dressed in a simple white robe, his white hair fluttering like snow, and his face was kind and ancient.

His eyes were bright and deep, like a crystal with a thousand years of wisdom.

The old man flew into the air, his body radiating a mysterious energy that instantly filled the entire abyss with life.

The walls were covered with countless wildflowers, all in full bloom!

This is the dead of winter, with snow and flowers in full bloom—how absurd!

He raised his hands, and a bright white light rose from them, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

The old man's voice was ancient and solemn, echoing throughout the abyss.

It seems like they are chanting some kind of incantation.

Fan Zui couldn't understand a word.

Every word seems to contain endless philosophy and the true meaning of life.

His flight was graceful and free, dancing lightly above the abyss. His movements were fluid and coordinated, unbound by gravity.

Before long, everything returned to calm.

The endless abyss disappeared, and a mountain peak appeared before them.

The highest peak in the capital city.

Qianyuan Mountain!

The Imperial Study was built on this mountain.

Who would have thought that beneath Mount Qianyuan lay a bottomless abyss?

Fan Zui suddenly remembered that legend.

Legend has it that there is a broken Chaos Treasure in the back mountains of the Qian Yuan Empire, but no one has ever seen it.

"Attend Your Majesty!"

Fan Zui bowed slightly.

They did not kneel down.

Emperor Qian Yuan saw through it at a glance, but said nothing.

In the realm of formlessness, it is evident that the king does not kneel; this is the rule.

It is also the dignity of a powerful being in the Formless Realm.

and many more……

Why does this old man seem so familiar?

While Fan Zuixin was still wondering, he had already seen the person who had come in clearly.

Isn't this the white-haired old man I met on the street the other day?

They even said they would send him a beautiful woman.

Sure enough, a large black dog flew up from the abyss.

It’s Roaring Sky Dog!

Wang Wang!

The celestial dog barked twice at Fan Zui, the stranger.

"No rudeness!"

The white-haired old man scolded the celestial dog, then looked at Fan Zui, brushed past him, and said:

"You can do whatever you want."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Fan Zui glanced at the now-vanished abyss again, then casually closed the window.

Emperor Qian Yuan walked to the imperial table, poured himself a cup of candied fruit, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked Fan Zui.

The silver gourd in his hand, filled with candied fruit, gleamed faintly in the soft light.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Fan Zui didn't stand on ceremony; he poured himself a glass and drank it all in one gulp.

It must be said that the candied fruit in the palace was indeed better than that outside.

"I wonder why Your Majesty has summoned me here?"

Since they met in private, it means things are not simple.

Emperor Qian Yuan got up and walked to the campfire, pulled the bellows, and increased the firepower.

The hall immediately felt much warmer.

"You probably already know that your godfather is about to rebel."

puff!

Fan Zui spat out a mouthful of candied fruit.

"Your Majesty, who dares to spread such rumors about my godfather? I'll kill him!"

The white-haired old man was also completely bewildered. "Could it be that I misheard or believed something?"

"It must be a case of mistaken belief! My godfather is utterly loyal to the court and His Majesty, how could he possibly rebel?"

Fan Zuiyan spoke earnestly.

"Is that so? Then it seems that I may have really believed the rumors spread by those treacherous ministers."

Fan Zui's lips twitched slightly.

He suddenly felt that rebellion wasn't a very reliable idea.

You see, His Majesty already knew before anything even started.

The problem is, you know what's going on, but you can just set things up in secret.

Why are you telling me this?

are you crazy!

Sure enough, all those white-haired old men are crazy.

Fan Zui suddenly realized that the old man, Sword Master, had something wrong with his head.

The emperor before us is also mentally unstable.

Rebellion! What a serious matter! It might even be recorded in history.

What do you two think this is?

Unreliable, completely unreliable!