"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing," Li Ping'an said somberly. "Help me back to bed for some sleep. I won't see anyone in the next few days... except for my master and my father."
"Yes!"
Luo Xuejing hesitated, seemingly having something more to say.
She actually wanted to ask if she should turn away visitors sent by other Sect Hierarchs as well.
But seeing Li Ping'an's pale face and weak breath, Luo Xuejing dared not ask further and, along with four trusted aides, helped Li Ping'an return to his residence to rest.
Li Ping'an slept soundly.
In his dream, he was still reciting the "Dao Scripture," striving to recite it perfectly backward.
By the time he woke up, there were only seven or eight days left before the troops would be deployed to the Misty Realm.
After stretching his limbs a bit, Li Dazhi appeared before him with shining eyes, eagerly asking what he had discussed with the Taiqing Sect Leader.
