Three mornings later, the mist in the Essence Chamber had returned to its usual density. Wang Yue sat cross-legged on a cushion, repeatedly refining the details of the sixth form of the Blood Dragon Secret Method.
After several days of bitter cultivation, he had completely mastered all one hundred and eight variations of the sixth form. The fourteen streams of Blood Qi within him had also grown increasingly condensed; the fifteenth stream might not be far off.
Just as he was about to touch the threshold of the seventh form, an urgent ripple of thought suddenly came from his mind, carrying a trace of panic. "Something huge has happened! Wang Yue!"
It was a message from his essence clone.
Wang Yue immediately stopped cultivating and connected his consciousness to the clone's perspective. In the scene before him, Changyun County's eastern gate was packed with people. Dense crowds surrounded the gate, both inside and out.
There were Changyun County reserve troops clad in armor, yamen runners from the government office, and even quite a few members of the River Gang. Wang Hezheng himself stood at the head of the crowd, clearly here to welcome an important figure.
"What happened?" Wang Yue asked through his thoughts, unease rising in his heart.
"Look over there!" The essence clone's perspective swiftly shifted toward the inner side of the city gate.
A young man in luxurious robes stood at the center of the crowd. His face was pale and beardless, and a jade pendant carved with dragon patterns hung from his waist. His aura appeared calm, yet it carried an invisible majesty that kept everyone around him from daring to approach.
What alarmed Wang Yue even more was that a fierce argument had just erupted at the city gate.
"Guess what? That man in fine