When Fake Is Considered Real, What Is Real Becomes Fake

Yan Shaoqing looked around his surroundings and was alarmed. Not far from him, guards were transporting the treasured blood of gods and devils and replacing the big wooden basin.

Beside him, monsters were breeding and crawling out of the blood river, quietly moving onto a prisoner's body to suck his blood.

Yan Shaoqing retracted his gaze. Qin Mu was beside him, speaking with Eternal Peace Imperial Preceptor and Emperor Yanfeng. His face was full of smiles, as though nothing had happened.

The dragon qilin laid beside Qin Mu's feet and was sleeping soundly. On top of his head stood a round and chubby green sparrow, who was pruning her feathers in utter boredom.

Yan Shaoqing narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly, "Celestial Venerable, the time for visiting is up, you should leave!"

Qin Mu said, "Your Majesty, Junior Brother, please stay here safely for now. In the future, there will be a day where you are able to leave. I bid you farewell."