Feng Miaojun gasped with her small mouth slightly open. Even she only saw Yun Ya shoot out two thin, faint yellow beams of light that disappeared in a flash, too quick for the naked eye to capture.

This was too, too arrogant!

The street was full of living people, did Yun Ya have to be so open and merciless when killing?

Surrounding pedestrians screamed and dodged. Those who had previously viewed Yun Ya as a banished immortal now saw him only as an evil spirit. The young master sitting in the teahouse remained in a daze, not moving at all.

Yun Ya ignored him, merely mounted his horse, and galloped out of town. Feng Miaojun glanced at the teahouse, then quickly spurred her horse to follow.

Several dozen breaths later, they had left the small town, and only then did the sound of the bailiff’s whistle come from behind.

After galloping tens of li, their horses gradually slowed. Yun Ya said, “Tell me, what’s on your mind.” He noticed her hesitating to speak several times.

“Nothing.” He was looking straight ahead, how did he know her expression? “Young Master spared that square-faced man without killing him, although he didn’t seem like a good person either, with a face that looked like one who bullies men and forces women.” Not at all like Yun Ya’s usual style.

Yun Ya gave a light chuckle: “You understand me well?”

“I wouldn’t dare.” She hurriedly clarified.

He said playfully: “What wouldn’t you dare?”

Those peach blossom eyes looked over, and Feng Miaojun immediately fell silent.

The more said, the more mistakes made.

The remaining two or three people in the teahouse finally breathed a sigh of relief, but turning their heads, they saw their young master sitting formally, his expression unchanged, making them ashamed of their panic.

“Young Master?”

No response.

“Young Master, what should we do next…?” The yamen officials were about to arrive, how should they respond?

Still no response.

The servant grew anxious and gently shook his shoulder.

The man fell over, still maintaining his previous expression.

He had, at some unknown time, already died.

Throughout this journey, Feng Miaojun doubted whether they would ever encounter someone Yun Ya found agreeable.

Facts told her there was.

This day they arrived at Jueming City, and when someone came over to socialize, Yun Ya didn’t refuse.

This was a magnificent convoy of more than thirty vehicles, most people showing signs of travel fatigue, clearly having been on the road for some time. The brocade-clothed man at the front was tall and handsome. Seeing Yun Ya, his eyes lit up, then he cupped his hands and smiled: “What an excellent bearing, brother. May I ask your name?”

To Feng Miaojun’s surprise, Yun Ya smiled, revealing a set of white teeth: “Fourths Mountain, Ni Huanzhi.”

What place was Fourth Mountain? Having read extensively in the history of Yanhai Tower, Feng Miaojun didn’t know, and this man probably didn’t know either. But he still smiled and said:

“I am Chi Zhe, Royal Scribe of the Kingdom of Langyu, carrying the King’s orders to attend the marriage alliance ceremony between Yao and Jin in the capital of Yao.” The man pointed to a restaurant by the river, “Shall we have a chat?”

Yun Ya happily replied, “Good.”

Behind Chi Zhe stood a beautiful maidservant, who also smiled at Feng Miaojun.

All followers were seated in the main hall downstairs, only Chi Zhe, Yun Ya, and the two others were invited by the attendant to a private room. Yun Ya spoke first: “The Kingdom of Langyu is several months’ journey away, Sir Chi has arrived very quickly.”

This world naturally consisted of more than just six kingdoms, with countless large and small powers distributed throughout. The Kingdom of Langyu was located in the Western Sea, possessing four archipelagos totaling more than three hundred islands. Although it didn’t share borders with mainland countries, trade between it and land nations was close, making it one of the most famous island nations.

Chi Zhe needed not only to travel by carriage but also by ship to reach the Kingdom of Yao. That’s why Yun Ya said he traveled quickly.

Chi Zhe waved his hand: “When my King gives instructions, they must be carried out perfectly. Who knew the White Elephant Mountain Range would undergo such dramatic changes, with the Princess’s whereabouts unknown? I wonder how Yao and Jin will ultimately explain this marriage alliance?”

Princess Hanyu’s whereabouts are unknown. Feng Miaojun’s eyes widened.

When Yun Ya attacked the underground palace at Cliff Mountain, Mo Tizhun must have protected the Princess and left first, at least outside the volcano eruption range, so how could she still not have appeared?

Could something else have happened? Thinking this, her gaze inadvertently glanced at Yun Ya: was it him? But this fellow had never left her side, when would he have had the opportunity to deal with Princess Hanyu?

Now she was just a maidservant with no right to interject. She only heard Yun Ya “sigh” and say: “Princess Hanyu was actually in the mountain when Cliff Mountain erupted? That’s too unfortunate! In the face of such natural forces, even with high-level protectors by the Princess’s side, it would be difficult to escape this calamity.”

Chi Zhe’s gaze concentrated slightly: “Brother Ni has witnessed it?”

“We had just entered the mountain before Cliff Mountain erupted, but were frightened back by the power of the volcano eruption.” Yun Ya shook his head in shame, “During the earthquake, birds and beasts fled for their lives, making us realize human power cannot control heaven.”

“Legend has it that ancient immortals had methods to move mountains and seas, leveling a volcano would not be difficult… times have changed.” Chi Zhe’s eyes revealed longing, but he quickly came back to himself, “Forgive my ignorance, where is Fourth Mountain?”

“Six hundred li beyond the southern coast of the Kingdom of Yao, there are archipelagos called Fourth Mountain.”

Chi Zhe immediately felt a sense of kinship: “So Brother Ni also comes from a sea-immortal mountain, no wonder your bearing is otherworldly, different from others.”

The mentality of islanders is very different from those who have long lived on the mainland. This one point of identity immediately brought the two closer.

Then he asked about various customs and local conditions, and Yun Ya spoke eloquently, only showing a lack of understanding of mainland politics. Feng Miaojun could tell from listening that his narrative was practiced, probably having prepared several identities for himself, convenient to draw upon as needed. Most ingeniously, although “Fourth Mountain” sounded ethereal, the several coastal cities on the southern border of the Kingdom of Yao did exist, and Yun Ya spoke clearly and in detail about their fish catches and specialties, seeming quite authoritative.

In this world, who knows how many powerful families and individuals are hidden in famous mountains and great rivers, unknown to people? The fact that there are many islands off the southern coast of the Kingdom of Yao is undisputed. This era doesn’t have detailed sea charts, so how could Chi Zhe, a man from the Kingdom of Langyu, know how much truth was in what he said? He only needed to omit his most sensitive identity as State Preceptor.

Chi Zhe could never have imagined his luck, that a random traveler he befriended was the State Preceptor of Wei. The two talked happily, with a feeling of having met too late. Finally, Yun Ya sighed lightly: “It sounds like the capital of Yao will be a gathering of heroes and talents before the wedding, I wonder if there will be a chance to admire their bearing.”

Feng Miaojun thought to herself, no need for politeness, you are one of the bosses.

Chi Zhe laughed and raised his cup: “This time all countries are sending envoys, many distinguished figures, but I observe that Brother Ni is not inferior to them.”

Chi Zhe was very enthusiastic, inviting Yun Ya to travel together. After politely declining twice, the latter finally yielded to the sincere invitation.

Thus, another five days passed.

Yun Ya’s knowledge was extraordinary, and after spending many days with him, Chi Zhe gradually came to respect him. Feng Miaojun observed coldly, seeing Yun Ya slowly drawing out all the other’s secrets.

What did Yun Ya want to do? She felt she had some idea in her heart.

Now the group had already reached the heartland of the Kingdom of Yao. From here, continuing southwest, the terrain began to flatten, the road became easier to travel, and after half a month’s journey, they could reach the capital of the Kingdom of Yao.