Stepping through the fantasy formation of the Night Emperor Sect, standing in front of the mountain gate, and stopping for a long time.

The gatekeeper greeted Ye Qian affectionately, but Ye Qian just nodded. After his emotions, his smile dissipated again.

After hesitating for a long time, Ye Qian entered the sect with heavy steps. The people passing by were still familiar people, but without her, Ye Qian felt that there was less of the smell of nostalgia here.

He sent Xiaoyin back, reached out and touched Xiaoyin's head. Xiaoyin stuck out his tongue and licked Ye Qian's face, wanting Ye Qian to know that there are still many people accompanying him. But Ye Qian's heart door had been closed by him himself, and he didn't know who the person who could knock on his heart door again was.

When I went to the sect master's pavilion, I asked Ye Feng to take care of the little monk, and left.

When I walked to the accommodation area, I looked at the house that I felt warm when I saw it, but now I was only pain left.

The little monk was still chanting scriptures in the room. Every meal would be delivered by someone. The little monk also ate it carefree. Except for feeling bored when he was not practicing, the little monk had no other feelings.

Entering the house, the simple arrangement was so familiar, but things changed, and she would never come back again.

When the little monk heard the noise, he stood up excitedly, ran to Ye Qian, and called out to Master affectionately. Ye Qian reached out and touched the little monk's bald head, "Zhishan, can you go and live with Uncle Ye Feng?"

"Why? The master doesn't take me with me when he goes out to play. I also want to go out to play with the master." The little monk raised his head, looked at Ye Qian with his innocent eyes, blinking.

"I don't want something wrong with you." Ye Qian said softly, squatting down and holding the little monk in his arms. "If you leave too, the last meaning of the master's life will be gone."

The little monk listened without understanding and patted Ye Qian on the back, "Master, there will be no accident in the little monk. Master, don't be sad. Master, let the little monk stay here, just don't leave." He didn't understand what Ye Qian said, and Ye Qian would not deliberately explain.

Ye Qian left, and the little monk just waved to him naively, and he was carefree in his heart. Ye Qian wanted to be like him, but he couldn't do it. Although he was only sixteen years old.

The Imperial City is not far from Yehuang Gate, and even without Xiaoyin, it only takes about a week.

The one who stays the most in the imperial city is the casual cultivator. Most of the sects of the four major sects gather in the imperial city.

The Xuanyuan family is the head of the imperial city. The Xuanyuan family is a royal family and its strength is immeasurable. At least it is stronger than the Yehuang Sect. The four major sects may not be stronger than the Xuanyuan family. However, the Xuanyuan family does not care about worldly affairs and does not pursue fame and fortune. They only protect the imperial city for generations, and they don’t know what they are guarding.

The imperial city has its own order. First, you cannot fight in the imperial city. If you want to fight, you will have specific places. Second, you cannot fly.

Walk into the towering city gate, enter the imperial city, ignore the magnificent buildings around, and head straight to the teleportation array in the center.

Suddenly, a group of people riding tall and mighty horses ran towards Ye Qian quickly, and the leader shouted to get out of the way. However, Ye Qian seemed to have not heard it, and did not dodge. When the man was about to hit Ye Qian, he finally pulled the reins and stopped the horse.

"Boy, you don't want to live anymore. You actually block Lord Liu's way." As he said that, a whip whipped towards Ye Qian without saying a word.

Ye Qian avoided it easily, and the man was irresistible and whipped it again, "I dare to hide."

"This road is not yours. You can only run, not let me go?" Ye Qian grabbed the whip with his right hand and pulled it hard, and the man was pulled down and fell to the ground.

"No one dares to stop Lord Liu's path. Even if you are the emperor, you have to give in." The man saw that he was not Ye Qian's opponent, so he could only move out of the person behind him.

But before Ye Qian could speak, a young man who was choosing small objects on the roadside put down the bracelet in his hand, put on one hand behind his back, spread the folding fan with the other, and said, "Although this is an imperial city, your words are too arrogant. Even if it is the Xuanyuan family, they dare not speak like this." The man slowly walked to Ye Qian, "I want to see who Lord Liu is in your mouth." The young man looked handsome and gentle, like a white-faced scholar. The young man smiled at Ye Qian, and Ye Qian just nodded to him.

"Boy, who are you?" A voice came from the rear of the convoy, and an old man with white beards walked slowly. The token on his waist made people look at him, a ground-level alchemist.

"The boy is just a little man without a status. I just think that you are too arrogant. The imperial city is not your world." The young man's words are neither humble nor arrogant, and his smile is still bright.

"How dare you stop me without an identity?" The so-called Lord Liu looked ugly. He thought he was underestimated, "Go and catch them for me."

The two people behind Lord Liu, who had been inseparable from stepping in, took action, but before they could rush to Ye Qian and the others, they were stopped by two people in armor and were knocked down in just a few moves.

Two strong men in armor walked to the young man and bowed, "The Eighth Prince, I am too late to be down, so I should be punished." The two knelt on one knee and bowed their heads to confess their guilt.

"It's not your business, go back." The young man said with a smile. The two of them got up and dragged two people who had been knocked out of the way. When the Lord Liu heard the name of the young man, he wanted to leave, but was stopped by the young man, "Mr. Liu, can you please clean up this street?"

"Yes, yes." Lord Liu, who had originally wanted to escape from this place that embarrassed him, quickly stood up and directed the followers around him, "You guys, haven't you heard the eighth prince's words? Go quickly."

Ye Qian didn't care who was around him and continued to walk forward. He just wanted to go to the city closest to the Beast God Valley as soon as possible. However, he was stopped by someone. It was the eighth prince.

"Brother, where do you want to go?" The young man had that warm smile on his face all the time.

"Television array." Ye Qian said without looking back. The young man followed closely, "Where are you going to go? Are you going so far?" Generally, when the teleportation array is used, the distance is extremely far.

"Oriental City." Ye Qian stopped and looked at the young man, "What's wrong with you? If nothing is wrong, please don't follow me."

The young man was stunned, his smile was still warm, but the smile in his eyes was a little joking, "Do you know who I am?"

"I know, the Eighth Prince, I just heard it." Ye Qian continued to walk forward and said calmly.

"Then shouldn't you please me and please me?"

"Why should I do this?" Ye Qian felt that the person in front of him was very interesting. He looked like another person who was used to being tall and arrogant like Zi Feng.

"Well said, why do you do this? Hahaha, hahaha." The young man suddenly burst into laughter, "What's your name?" The young man stopped and did not continue chasing.

"Yehuang Gate, Yeqian." Yeqian's voice came into his ears, and the young man smiled and whispered, "I remember."
Chapter completed!