"This definitely needs to be handled by the most professional people, they will certainly do a better job than I would."
Shen Ye said.
"Don’t worry, the video has been uploaded, I will organize a team specifically for this matter," Kunlun said.
"Good." Shen Ye felt relieved.
He was not specialized in this after all; leaving it to a professional team was more cost-effective than toiling through it himself.
The result would be better too.
"By the way, there’s one more thing I think I should tell you," Kunlun said.
"What is it?"
"Song Yinchen is ill."
"What!"
Forty minutes later.
Jiangnan Song Family.
Shen Ye sat in the living room, listening to a professional adept in medical techniques describe Song Yinchen’s condition.
"She’s over-exerted herself mentally, drained spiritually to the point of dizziness, and almost fell from the sky," the professional rambled.
"From now on, she must put aside all her ’Emperor’ duties and take a good rest, she will need at least a few months to recover."
Shen Ye listened intently, but he was somewhat puzzled.
"With her talent, what exactly did she do to end up like this?" Shen Ye inquired.
The professional immediately showed a look of admiration and said, "It’s said that she fought with someone from the Upper Universe, to analyze their Cultivation Technique through battle."
"Was the analysis successful?" Shen Ye asked.
"Although the full set of the Cultivation Technique was analyzed, she was exhausted and almost had an accident," the professional said.
Shen Ye nodded silently.
A maid entered, gave Shen Ye a bow, and said:
"Young Master Shen, my miss invites you."
"Good."
Shen Ye followed the maid through a long corridor, passed a lotus pavilion, crossed several courtyards, and finally arrived at a large mansion.
Two maids stood in front of the door, solemn and vigilant.
Upon seeing Shen Ye, both maids bowed in unison:
"Good day, Young Master Shen."
"Is she resting inside?" Shen Ye asked.
"The miss said that if it’s you, you can go in directly," one maid replied.
They had already stepped aside.
Their attitude was extremely courteous.
—Even sneaking peeks at Shen Ye, their faces barely concealing smiles.
Having no choice, Shen Ye stepped forward, pushed the door open, and entered.
As soon as Shen Ye entered, a row of maids immediately blocked the door, and shortly after, the door closed quickly.
The room was very dark.
Only a bean-sized lamp gave off a dim yellow light.
A huge Phoenix painting was hung on the wall.
All sorts of furniture were antique and outdated.
Song Yinchen lay on a wide sofa, dressed in an oversized T-shirt, her legs crossed, and was holding half a watermelon, scooping it out with a spoon.
Her phone was on the table, propped up by a stand, the screen was on, playing a video.
It was a video of Cloud Rainbow Celestial Honor.
"Brother Shen Ye, you’ve come," Song Yinchen set down the watermelon and hurriedly wiped her mouth.
"I heard you were sick, how are you feeling now?" Shen Ye observed her and asked.
"No problem with my body at all!" The girl said with a giggle, even jumping up and spinning seven or eight times in mid-air before landing back in place.
"...Then it must be something on your mind," Shen Ye said.
"Indeed, there is something, but I don’t know whether I should talk about it. I feel a bit suffocated and scared... In the end, I had no choice but to feign illness," Song Yinchen pouted and looked down as she spoke.
Shen Ye raised an eyebrow.
Strange.
The typically fearless Song Yinchen also had moments like this!
"Can you tell me?" Shen Ye asked.
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"Of course, I can tell you anything!" Song Yinchen immediately replied.
"Then go ahead," Shen Ye shrugged.
"But this one thing... I’m afraid that after you know, you might..."
Song Yinchen glanced at her phone subconsciously.
Shen Ye followed her gaze to the phone.
The video of Cloud Rainbow Celestial Honor was still playing on the phone.
"Does it have something to do with her?" Shen Ye inquired.
Song Yinchen nodded and tentatively said, "If the idol in your heart shatters, Brother Shen Ye, what would you do? Would you blame me for showing you something you shouldn’t see?"
Shen Ye used telepathy to say, "Definitely not."
Song Yinchen still seemed hesitant.
Seeing this, Shen Ye added another line:
"I would never idolize her."
Song Yinchen took a deep breath, her eyes growing brighter as she whispered to herself:
"I knew it, Brother Shen Ye would never flatter or court favor with such an old woman, it must be out of necessity, or perhaps for purposes unknown to us."
"Tell me, what’s going on?" Shen Ye said.
Song Yinchen sprang up from the sofa, her hands swiftly forming seven or eight Spell Seals, sealing the room securely before settling beside Shen Ye.
She leaned close to his ear and softly said:
"It’s not because I exhausted my strength analyzing Xiao Mingming’s Cultivation Technique, it’s because I got scared after seeing Cloud Rainbow Celestial Honor’s Dharma Aspect."
"Scared?" Shen Ye echoed.
"Yes."
Song Yinchen’s face showed a hint of terror; her eyes stared into the void as if witnessing an endless vista of Hell.
"Brother Shen Ye knows my ability; I can resonate with the universe, penetrating all rules and Strengths," she said.
"Yes, I know," he replied.
"When Cloud Rainbow Celestial Honor descended, you were in the Nightmare World, so you didn’t see her Dharma Aspect—"
She took a deep breath and said softly, "All the High-level Professionals who stayed on the Death Planet saw Cloud Rainbow Celestial Honor’s Dharma Aspect."
"Dharma Aspect... What about it?" Shen Ye asked.
Song Yinchen bit her lip, as if wanting to say more but then pressed her lips tightly together.
Shen Ye watched as her complexion turned pale and her body trembled.
"It’s okay, tell me,"
he said in a low voice, stretching out his hand and tightly grasping hers.