In the Wuji Palace, Emperor Wuxie's whole body exuded a terrifying aura, and even Yufu couldn't see through it, at this time, what was His Highness thinking in his heart.

His Highness has been looking for his sister for more than 6,700 years, and if he said that before this, as long as he noticed a little breath of his sister, His Highness would be ecstatic, but now-

Your Highness, it seems, hesitating something.

She took a few steps closer to Emperor Wuxian and asked cautiously, "Your Highness, what are you going to do?" ”

Emperor Wuxian was kneeling on the side of the desk, his light golden hair dyed with a layer of orange light under the candlelight.

"Yufu, you say, she, will she really come back?" The guqin on the desk flashed with a shallow streamer, and the string in the middle was a silkworm silk sent by Yuqin to him back then, which was obtained by chance by Huang Qing, and he asked for it back again.

Yufu was stunned, her wrinkled face showed a few sad expressions, back then, she was the one who said that her sister would come back one day-

It's just a white lie to keep His Highness alive.

Now, my sister's breath has really returned, she doesn't believe it, Your Highness, is also hesitating.

Yufu stood there, and for a moment, she didn't know how to answer his words.

"Long live the old man, Yi Cen spent a lot of effort this time to bring this strange stone, you can come out and take a look, maybe the secret of the return of the saint is inside-"

Mu Yicen knelt outside the Wuji Hall and shouted in a hoarse voice.

Several Mu family members who followed her also knelt on the ground, and among these people, no one became a demon.

Those demons are not bold enough to dare to play tricks in front of Emperor Wuxie.

The demonic energy on their bodies will inevitably not be able to escape the eyes of Emperor Wuxie, and they should be able to see through it at a glance, knowing this, they obviously will not come to die.

"Your Highness, do you want to go out and have a look?" Yufu saw Emperor Wuxie's hesitation, and finally spoke.

The old man, who was as handsome as the wind, sighed slightly, and his light blonde hair was already mixed with a few silver threads-

After living for more than 23,000 years, his days are really coming to an end.

His hair is white, and now it is only a few strands of white, but in a short time, all the strands of hair will be white, and he will be old, and as soon as he is old, he will not be far from death.

It was a summer night, there was no moon, and the starry sky was bright.

The Infinite Palace, no matter what the season, exudes a cold and surging atmosphere, as if there is never spring.

The hall is also very empty, there are no gorgeous decorations, for Emperor Wuxie, the most important thing now is probably just the guqin inlaid with silkworm silk-

He got up, dressed in a plain robe, fluttering, even if it was just simple clothes, in the body of the old Wansui, it would never be able to hide half of his elegance.

With one hand in his arms, and with one foot, he had already stepped out of the Wuji Palace.

The night breeze outside the hall, with a bit of dry heat, blew the mist in all directions-

In the mist, against his noble and fairy-like face, the faint scar on the left cheek was like a strand of hair gently brushing-

Emperor Wuxian stood at the entrance of the Wuji Hall without saying a word, indifferently staring at the person who knelt on the ground.

"Long live the old man, are you finally willing to see Yizen?" The moment Mu Yicen saw Emperor Wuxie, tears of excitement were about to flow out.