The simple four words reveal a kind of indifference that many people in the world cannot see through throughout their entire lives.

It is said that only by experiencing thousands of sails to see through the world can one develop a calm mind.

But Jiuwei, a child, neither saw through the world nor experienced Qianfan. Is his temperament born like this?

Or...influenced by the imperial cultivator?

Becoming the son of the Emperor Cultivator and becoming the future ruler of the Nine Pavilions, is all this really the result that God has carefully arranged?

This thought flashed through Chu Chen's mind, and he couldn't help but sigh again.

Destiny is invisible or touched, and he was once disdainful, but his personal experiences over the past few years have forced him to face up to fate and believe in the existence of fate.

This is true for Zixi, Jiurao, and Jiuwei seems to be true for it.

The sky gradually darkened, and several people walked all the way to the water pavilion of the Imperial Palace.

The waterside flower hall is brightly lit, and there are several night pearls as big as babies' fists inlaid in the four corners of the flower hall, making the hall as bright as daylight.

The lake is sparkling, and the night wind blows ripples.

The scenery in front of you seems peaceful.

Emperor Xiu, dressed in white, sat cross-legged on the paving floor. There was a long strip of sandalwood in front of him, and two square brocade boxes were placed on the table.

The snow-white and wide robe is laid out on the ground, reflecting the precious and holy place.

I don’t know what was in the brocade box, but I couldn’t see it clearly because of the obstruction of my vision. But the closer I got to the flower hall, I could clearly feel a wisp of cold air coming to my face and penetrated into my muscles and bones.

The flower hall is ventilated on all sides and there is no obstruction. Although the hot summer has passed, there is still residual heat in the air.

But there was a cold air coming from the flower hall.

Chu Chen was really surprised that Emperor Cultivator could completely control the cold air flow in the flower hall open on all sides - in addition to his own ability to release the cold air, he also needed additional internal energy to control the cold air...

Looking at the whole world, probably only the Emperor Cultivator, who cannot be seen from an ordinary perspective, can do it.

The cultivation level has reached the level of transformation, and no one can compare with it.

Although Chu Chen didn't know what the Emperor Xiu was doing at this time and what the cold air in the flower hall was.

Qin Shang stopped outside the flower hall.

The other people also waited for a while until Qin Shang said, "Master, Jiuwei is back."

After saying that, Jiuwei knelt down outside the hall: "Jiuwei has met his father."

Emperor Xiu raised his eyes and glanced over and said lightly: "Go to take a bath and rest first, and I'll talk about anything tomorrow."

"Yes." Jiuwei stood up and bowed to the direction of Emperor Xiu.

Qin Shang took Jiurao and Tianshu away together: "Let's go, it's hard to get on the road. Go take a shower, have dinner, and then have a good night's sleep-"

"Uncle Qin." Jiu Rao said in a faint tone, "Will your mother wake up tonight?"

Qin Shang was silent for a moment and nodded with a smile: "It should wake up, but if you endure the middle of the night, you don't have to wait. Maybe the person who wakes you up tomorrow morning will be your mother."

"Then let's wait until my mother wakes up before going to bed." Jiurao said, "I don't know if my mother can recognize my daughter after she wakes up."

"Mother and daughter are in love, how can you recognize your own children?" Qin Shang laughed and touched her head, "When a child grows up, try not to stay up late."
Chapter completed!