His expression was unconcerned at all like usual, but in fact, he looked a bit worried.
The Crown Prince was exceptionally curious, “Hey, what are you looking for?”
However, the Emperor paid no attention to him and proceeded to bend down, and out of nowhere, he stepped his foot into Heavenly Lake.
“The water is…” cold, the Crown Prince had yet to finish his sentence when he saw the man bent down straight away and stretched out his hand without scrupling about his purplish-white robe being soaked as he reached out to grope the bottom of the pool.
There is still no sign of it!
Where on earth did it go?
I have clearly thrown it right here just now!
“Come down here and search for it too,” the Emperor’s voice was cold and it did not sound like there was room for discussion.
The Crown Prince gaped as he pointed to himself. If the people from Six Paths knew that he, as a Crown Prince, jumped into Heavenly Lake in broad daylight, he…
“Come down.” The man’s eyes suddenly turned extremely cold and threatening.
The Crown Prince cleared his throat and stepped in straight without hesitation.
He would not dare to offend the man.
Other than Phoenix, those who messed with the man would not end well.
Take the son of god as an example, it was said that he had not recovered up to now. He was not only removed from his title of God but had also been demoted to the life of a mere animal.
Think about it, all the son of God did was to ask for Phoenix’s hand in marriage without being clear of the exact situation.
Hence, it was said to never provoke the Emperor in this world.
Heavenly Lake’s water was nothing like those in Netherworld – it was awfully cold. When he stuck his fingers into the water, stabbing frostbite shot through his bones.
The Crown Prince almost went mad when he saw the looks the immortals gave them when they passed by.
Those two are the almighty Crown Prince and the heavenly Emperor, does nothing interest them anymore that they have to play in the water in such cold winter?
Not to mention that they had used a whole two hours to search for it!
“Emperor, my brother,” The Crown Prince rubbed his frozen hands together and said, “You have to tell me what you are looking for.”
The man did not bother lifting his head but hurled two words back at him, “A mirror.”
“All this for a mirror?” the Crown Prince shouted, his voice rising.
The man stopped what he was doing and turned his head back to look at him. The expression he gave him blazed with ever coldness.
The Crown Prince stammered and explained himself, “Well, what I’m trying to say is, my brother, whatever type of mirror you desire, I possess all of them, you don’t have to trouble yourself in such a way, and what’s more, once things fall into the Heavenly Lake, they are likely to fall to the Earth, and perhaps someone has already picked it up. Look, the sky’s turning dark, it’s useless for you to continue searching for it.”
To be honest, they had already covered the entire area.
With the help of their divine consciousness, they could not have missed out on the mirror if it really was in Heavenly Lake.
The man must have known this too.
The water from Heavenly Lake splashed onto his face.
The Emperor did not bend over again. Perhaps he had been in the same posture for too long, that even his back was feeling a little stiff.
Seeing that he had no intention of further searching, the Crown Prince took the lead and walked out of Heavenly Lake.
Just as he wanted to say something, he heard a hoarse, deep voice as if it was drenched by the water. “I was the one who was dumped.”
That’s so sudden!
The Crown Prince snapped his head back and looked toward the heart of Heavenly Lake!
The man stood there in silence. The most deluxe fur white robe on Heaven and Earth was soaked throughout as water dripping down his black hair.
His fingertips, which had never been stained with a speck of dust, had been cut by something and blood was oozing out of it.
The Crown Prince had never seen the man in such a state before. He had a pair of peach blossom eyes with a vast expanse of coldness. His head was slightly bowed, his black fragile hair covered his eyes, and all he could hear was him faintly repeating that same sentence.
“I was the one who was dumped.”
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The Crown Prince gawked at him, “Huh? Are you kidding me?”
The Emperor did not continue speaking. He came out from Heavenly Lake and left the Crown Prince far behind.
Not knowing why the Crown Prince looked at the back of the man which was wet through, he had a feeling that what he said was no joke…
Since that day, the Emperor rarely left the temple and seemed to have no interest in anything.
The people of Tian Dao only heard that the Emperor had lost one of his beloved things, but they did not know what the thing was.
Occasionally there would be feasts, but the man did not attend and rejected many invitations.
Two immortals were standing at the door, in charge of turning down people.
“These invitations to the Emperor had all piled up into a mountain. There are already five or six from Snow Goddess alone, how should we deal with them?”
“Throw them all away. The Emperor won’t go.”
“Alright.”
The two immortals clumsily moved the invitations and peeked into the temple.
At this time, someone from Buddhism came to send an invitation and asked, “Is the Emperor in? There is a feast tomorrow for all gods, it is organized by the Venerable.”
“Huh? I’m really sorry, the Emperor is not feeling well these days, he…” Before he could finish, a deep voice interrupted him.
“What time tomorrow?” It was the Emperor. He walked out of the temple, as always, handsome and elegant.
Little Shami told him the time, then left with his palms placed together.
The immortals looked at the Emperor doubtfully. It was strange as they thought the Emperor would not attend any feasts anymore.
Why would he agree to go for the Buddhism one?
“Occasionally I would also like to get a breath of fresh air.” This was the answer the man gave to the immortals.
However, they thought that there was something more to that, but they just could not get their heads around it.
Fortunately, Buddhism had come and sent the invitation. The Emperor’s mood seemed to have improved slightly the next day, even the demons that followed behind him did not seem to harbor great anger.
However, during the Buddhist feast where all the gods were invited, Phoenix was not seated on the throne.
After all, Phoenix was still sinful and still in detention. The Venerable had allowed a place for her to chant sutra right behind the Buddha’s body.
Instruments could be heard playing in harmony from the Hall of Great Strength. There would constantly be people setting foot into the hall, conversing in murmurs.
In this case, he could not go to sleep anymore, so he simply fetched a random book from the wooden lattice rack and prepared to read it.
Then he heard someone called out, “Emperor.”
Phoenix’s fingers were resting right there.
She continued, “I heard that the Emperor is in a bad mood recently? Is it because of Phoenix?”
“Oh, what has my mood got to do with her?” The man’s voice was deep and mocking.
Phoenix cocked her head, a smile spread across her face. The melody from the palace hall continuously filled the air around them.
“Yes, how could the Emperor be in a bad mood because of her? I say it’s probably because of that sudden disappearance of the witch, I heard she was tamed by Buddhism…”
This time the man did not deny it.
Phoenix did not continue listening. She picked a book and turned around, but as she walked, she could not stop her fingertips from trembling.
That indifferent tone of his, deep down it wounded her.
What does his mood have to do with her?
In that case, she could just leave as she pleased.
The next day, she would lose her six senses and enter the Formless Realm.
It was better to stay there for a hundred years and fulfill a great wish since she would be in detention anyhow.
In the past, she always thought that being together meant liking each other.
Now she understood that those perfect and wonderful moments would only emerge in her thoughts…