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In Taichen Palace, Zheyan paced back and forth anxiously like a trapped animal, waving his hands from time to time, and clenching them from time to time. His steps were chaotic and hurried, and every step he took on the ground seemed to vent his inner anxiety.

Emperor Donghua lazily leaned back in his chair, playing with his teacup nonchalantly with one hand. He raised his eyes slightly, looked at Zheyan's flustered look, and raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth. He spoke slowly: "Look, who is wandering around here? Don't you take a look at your brain? It's not very smart to begin with, but you have to think so much. With your brain, it's only a matter of time before you reveal your true colors."

When Zheyan heard this, he was instantly furious. He rushed to the front of Emperor Donghua, his eyes wide open, pointing at Donghua with trembling hands, and shouted loudly: "Donghua, you broken stone, how dare you say that I am not smart. Humph, don't you think about how many people you will offend with this poisonous mouth." He was so angry that his face turned red, and his other hand clenched into a fist, as if he was going to swing at Emperor Donghua in the next second.

Emperor Donghua, however, still had an indifferent expression. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of disdain, "This emperor is only telling the truth. Your brain is really not that good, and you still refuse to admit it." Zheyan stomped his feet in anger, turned around and began to walk back and forth in Taichen Palace, muttering to himself, "You are a good Donghua, I will remember this account today." Emperor Donghua picked up the teacup again and sipped the tea leisurely, as if the quarrel just now had never happened.

In Taichen Palace, Zheyan was as restless as an ant on a hot pot. He kept pacing back and forth in the palace, his steps hurried and messy, and every step was heavy on the ground, as if he wanted to vent his anxiety. He stopped from time to time, clenched his fists, frowned, and his eyes were full of doubts and worries. Then he turned around and continued to pace back and forth, muttering: "No, Donghua, I haven't seen Zi Ning and the Purple Fox Clan for thousands of years. Do you think Bai Zhi was plotting against them? How could Bai Zhi become the Fox Lord? With the Ten-Tailed Fox Ancestor here, how could the Nine-Tailed Fox become the Lord?"

Sometimes he raised a hand to stroke his chin, lost in thought, and sometimes he shook his head vigorously, as if trying to get rid of the doubts that troubled him. His face was gloomy, as if covered by a thick layer of dark clouds.

Donghua was originally lazily leaning on the chair, but when he heard Zheyan's words, he sat up slightly straighter, with a trace of thought flashing in his eyes. He gently put down the teacup in his hand and slowly said, "Hearing what you said, this matter is indeed strange."

Zheyan suddenly stopped and looked at Donghua anxiously, "Donghua, do you also feel something is wrong? There must be something hidden that we don't know."

Donghua nodded slightly, his expression solemn, "Bai Zhi became the Fox Lord, but the Ten-Tailed Fox Ancestor did not take any action. This is not a simple matter."

Zhe Yan frowned and turned around a few times, "What should we do? We can't just sit there and do nothing."

Donghua hesitated for a moment and said, "First send someone to investigate and see what's going on."

Zheyan nodded, "That's the only way." After that, he began to pace anxiously again, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

The atmosphere in Taichen Palace was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. Donghua narrowed his eyes slightly and said seriously, "It seems that Chonglin's investigation data is not complete yet."

Zheyan stopped his anxious pace, frowned, and his face was full of confusion and doubt. He lowered his head slightly and fell into deep thought. After a moment, he slowly raised his head and asked in an extremely uncertain tone: "Not only that, Donghua, do you think the bird tribe has also been plotted against? Jingwei was plucked by Bai Qian last time... Could this really be part of Bai Zhi's plan? And Bifang, Bifang is a divine bird, how could... how could it become someone else's mount? All of this is really too puzzling, I can't figure out what's going on here." His voice trembled slightly, and his words were full of confusion, as if he was groping in the dark but couldn't find the direction.

Donghua frowned slightly, his eyes deep and calm, he slowly said: "Don't be impatient about this matter, we need to consider it carefully. Although many signs seem strange, the reasons behind them may not be as simple as you think. There may be other hidden stories about the bird tribe. Jingwei's feathers being plucked by Bai Qian may just be an accidental conflict, not necessarily Bai Zhi's deliberate plan. As for Bifang, there may be special reasons for it to become someone else's mount, and we cannot judge it based on appearances. We should start with clues from all sides and check them one by one. We must not be confused by appearances, nor can we easily draw conclusions. Only by responding calmly and thinking carefully can we find the truth."

Zheyan sighed and shook his head helplessly, "But each and every one of these things is really confusing. My heart is like a tangled mess and I can't make any sense of it. Donghua, where do you think we should start to solve this mystery?" He looked at Donghua eagerly, expecting to get some guidance from the former master of heaven and earth.

In Taichen Palace, Emperor Donghua looked stern, with a look of determination in his eyes. "I will summon Zhu Mo to investigate. If you put it that way, it seems that there are also restless people in my Taichen Palace. Since you don't want to live a peaceful life, let's make this world lively." His words were loud and clear, as if carrying endless majesty and domineering.

Upon hearing this, Zheyan showed a worry on his face and said hurriedly: "Donghua, what do you want to do? Don't forget that you still have a big karma to fulfill, and your heart-breaking tribulation has not yet arrived. Haven't you figured out who you owe karma to?" His tone was full of concern and uneasiness, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on Emperor Donghua, as if he wanted to see some clues from his expression.

Donghua lowered his eyes slightly and said in a flat tone: "No, I don't know where I owe the karma." These brief words revealed a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

Zheyan frowned, his face full of worry, and said hurriedly: "Then you have to make up your mind, this disaster is not easy to get through." His voice was full of concern, as if he was worried about the future of Emperor Donghua.

Emperor Donghua raised his chin slightly, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said directly: "You should worry about yourself first. You are being plotted against like this, and you still worry about me." There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, but it also made people feel his confidence and calmness. The atmosphere in Taichen Palace became more and more tense during the conversation between the two, as if an invisible storm was quietly brewing.