Chang'an City, after the rain, the skies had cleared.
Although the two flying dragons that had brought immense disaster had already been beheaded, the wounds they left upon this city would not be easily erased, and would linger in people's memories for a long time to come.
Standing amid the nearly ruined streets, looking at the wreckage and blood strewn across the ground, Wang Chen sighed.
He said evenly, "Tell me. What exactly happened?"
Mo Han, standing beside him, lowered his head and replied, "It was my fault."
A year ago, while Wang Chen was in the midst of his two-year seclusion, a rumor suddenly spread through Chang'an City.
It claimed that the Lord of Chang'an, the Sacred Master Wang Chen, had passed away in meditation!
Wang Chen's seclusion had never been a secret. It was perfectly normal for cultivators to enter seclusion, but as time passed, coupled with his exceptionally special status and position, the rumor became incredibly contagious and destructive.
By the time Mo Han realized something was wrong, the rumor had already spread throughout Great Martial, Chang'an, and the surrounding cities.
Mo Han was suddenly placed under tremendous pressure.
He wielded the authority of Taiji Palace on Wang Chen's behalf, but he lacked Wang Chen's strength and prestige. He could only rely on the Magic Treasures Wang Chen had left behind to keep others in check; it was impossible for him to cow every cultivator into submission.
Not to mention the existence of Azure Cloud Palace.
Moreover, Wang Chen had specifically instructed him before entering seclusion not to disturb him unless it was a matter of life and death. Thus, Mo Han believed it would be best to resolve the matter himself. There was no need to alarm Wang Chen.
It would only make him appear utterly