As he spoke, the crowd nodded in agreement, deep in thought.
"However, other than the people on the surface, I have another suspicion." The white-bearded elder paused for a moment before saying faintly, "I suspect that this could be the doing of the Nine Supremes."
"Nine Supremes?"
Everyone was stunned at the same time.
The crown prince's expression changed as well as he asked hurriedly, "Why do you say so?"
There was a hint of hesitation on the white-bearded elder's face as he said, "This … this old and useless one is only guessing. There's no evidence to speak of. Therefore, it's only a guess. "
The crown prince's expression sank slowly, his gaze flickering with a complicated and indecipherable meaning.
After a while, the crown prince suddenly said in a low voice, "If the Nine Supremes' forces are really involved, why would they be involved in this? There must be a reason. Also, what benefits can they gain from this? "
No one could answer the crown prince's question.
If they were to continue thinking about it, the consequences would be too horrifying!
The final extension of this theory did not mean that the Nine Supremes were targeting the crown prince!
"Let's put this theory aside for now. After all, there's no evidence or sign that the Nine Supremes are really involved in this matter," the crown prince murmured, as if trying to console himself.
The white-bearded elder said with a smile while stroking his beard, "It's good to put it aside for now. After all, this is just this old and useless one's feeling. I don't have any evidence myself. In terms of suspicion and related benefits, the Nine Supremes are indeed the least suspicious."
However, the more he said so, the more anxious the crown prince felt.
Had the Nine Supremes really made a move?
The Nine Supremes never seemed to focus on benefits when they did things. The so-called least suspicious was meaningless!
…
Similar secret conversations took place almost every day in the residences of the princes.
All sorts of guesses were made, but it was still difficult to come to a conclusion. After all, how could there be truth without concrete evidence?
However, for some reason, all the discussions would stop when they reached the level of the Nine Supremes.
Silence reigned.
A gust of autumn wind blew in the sky. Yun Yang had searched every corner of the ten targets, but he still could not find any trace of them.
He was not discouraged, instead, he became more serious.
It would be strange if he could find out the Four Seasons Tower's meticulous setup so easily.
To deal with the Four Seasons Tower, patience was required.
Just as he was about to return to the Residence of Yun after completing his search for the day.
Suddenly, he felt something …
An abnormally powerful aura seemed to appear behind him on his right, but it disappeared in a flash.
Yun Yang immediately felt that something was amiss. Instinctively, he moved towards the direction of the breeze.
Autumn was high and the clouds were light.
The autumn wind blew. The government's meeting for the day had ended. The white-bearded old man staggered out of the room.
Han Wufei followed behind him. "I'll send Old He back, and also to thank Old He for speaking up for my brother's sake and generosity tonight."
Elder He chuckled and said in a doddering manner, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Lord Han … This old man is indeed a little tired. I can also chat with Lord Han along the way. The atmosphere in the conference hall is a bit heavy after all. "
Hearing their words, the Crown Prince dispelled the idea of having someone escort them. He then said, "If that's the case, I wish the two of you a safe journey. Have a good night. "
In reality, the Crown Prince was exhausted as well, but he had to maintain his courteous demeanor. Seeing that everyone had left, he subconsciously yawned and went back to rest.
Both Old He and Han Wufei walked out of the Residence of Crown Prince and walked slowly along the street in silence.
Under the starlight, the age spots on Old He's face could be seen clearly. His legs seemed to be trembling as he walked.
He had one foot in the grave; it was obvious.
After a long time, when they arrived in front of the Old He's door, Han Wufei finally spoke in a low voice, "Old He, isn't it too early to bring up the topic of the Nine Supremes now?"
Old He's gaze glinted as he replied faintly, "Han Wufei!"
The three words were uttered with a pause.
The old man exuded an imposing aura. Although it was fleeting and fleeting, the domineering aura made Han Wufei break out in cold sweat and shiver.
It was the sudden appearance of this powerful aura that alerted Yun Yang who was in the air.
"Yes, it is this subordinate's fault. However, this subordinate still thinks that if we bring up this matter to the crown prince now, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages … We don't have proof after all …" Han Wufei explained hurriedly, "If we're not careful … we might alert the enemy instead …"
The gentle autumn breeze blew across the sky, leaving no trace as it passed.
The white-bearded elder said faintly, "You don't have to worry about this, I have …"
Halfway through his words, Old He suddenly paused. A massive aura like an erupting volcano rose abruptly as he lifted his head and hollered, "Come down!"
Two words.
It was like two claps of thunder in the clear sky.
His bony palm flipped and struck towards the sky.
Countless sharp gusts of wind swept out, instantly forming layers of sharp forces that looked like an inescapable net, suddenly flying towards the sky.
Not only was Old He's attack ferocious, the range of his attack was even wider, enveloping an area of over 30 meters.
With a hum, even the autumn wind in the sky seemed to have been dispersed by the palm.
An extremely deep and sinister black hole had appeared in the sky at the moment of his attack. It was as if it could devour everything in this world.
The extreme eeriness and terror was spreading from the black hole.
The autumn wind was extinguished but it was still there, barely discernible in the sky.
The cool autumn air was still refreshing.
No matter how strong a man was, how could he extinguish the wind of nature?
Old He stood in front of the door for a full quarter of an hour with an unprecedentedly serious expression. His ears were constantly paying attention to the movements in the air. After a long time, a suspicious look appeared in his eyes. He snorted and said, "… Isn't it?"
When Old He made his move, Han Wufei had swiftly taken three steps back as well. His entire body was like an arrow on a bowstring, ready to shoot out at any time and attack with all his might.
At the same time when Old He retracted his aura, Han Wufei came over again and asked in a low voice, "Old He … did you find anything?"
Old He frowned, his gaze still roaming the sky as he said softly, "It's strange … I felt that there was an unusual change in the sound of the wind just now … There was even a subtle feeling of being watched … To be safe, I immediately made my move to test it out … but I didn't find anything out of the ordinary …"
Han Wufei's heart skipped a beat, his voice even softer as he said, "Old He, do you mean … Supreme Wind?"
The word was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
To be able to spy on someone at such a close distance without leaving any trace, it could only be Supreme Wind's secret art of wind!
Old He frowned and kept quiet for a while, his expression growing darker as he said, "If Supreme Wind isn't dead … then it wasn't an illusion that I sensed just now …"
Han Wufei's expression changed.
"Never underestimate the power of their special technique …" Old He's face was solemn. "In the future, you must be more careful in everything you do. Think about what you say and do before you act. If you can't act, then don't act! Do you understand? "
"Unless … there's a day when it's absolutely safe …"
Old He's eyes that seemed to be blurry from old age were now dark and deep, like the evil black hole that had appeared earlier.
"Yes."
"In the future, no matter where you are, don't mention these words if you don't have to." Old He warned again.
"Yes."
Old He still did not enter, standing at the door with his arms behind his back, deep in thought with a frown. His eyes would look up at the sky from time to time, as if waiting for something …
After a long, long time, when even Han Wufei felt tired from standing, Old He finally said, "It seems like … we should … go back."
With a flick of his sleeves, he turned and entered the residence.
Only then did Han Wufei feel as if he had been pardoned. He bowed with cupped hands and turned to leave quickly. After walking another few feet, he activated his movement skill and disappeared at the end of the road like a wisp of green smoke.
The sound of the wind was still soft, as if it could blow endlessly in the air …
After a long while, Old He's frail body appeared at the door again, looking up without moving for a long time.
After a long time, only when dawn broke in the east and a sliver of white appeared on the horizon, did Old He finally turn around and slowly walk back into the mansion.
He was still muttering to himself, or rather, he was talking to someone.
"Lord Supreme Wind … if you're not dead, this old man will burn incense to thank the heavens … Yutang is in danger and the other countries of the continent are eyeing us … we really can't do without the nine sirs …"
His voice was sincere.
It was like an old man with one foot in the grave was praying sincerely to the heavens, making his most cherished wish …
…
The sky was slowly brightening.
Fang Mofei and Lao Mei were cultivating diligently in the residence, concentrating on improving themselves.
Suddenly, a loud thud could be heard as a person fell from the sky.
Fang Mofei was shocked, rushing forward like a flash of lightning to catch the person who had fallen. The person was dressed in purple robes, it was none other than Yun Yang.
However, Yun Yang's face was pale as a sheet, his breaths coming in and out of breath. He looked like he could breathe his last at any time. Even his pupils were dilated.
After seeing Fang Mofei's face clearly, Yun Yang finally heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spat out seven to eight mouthfuls of blood …
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