Chaos engulfed the Imperial Capital. The great formation had been activated, sealing off the entire city.
Lin Sheng sat cross-legged beneath the city gate, gazing steadily at Xiang Kong and the others within.
"You..."
At his words, Xiang Kong and the others exchanged glances, seemingly discussing something among themselves. Before long, Xiang Kong spoke coldly.
"Lin Sheng, this monk knows why you have come. Bring him up."
He shouted the order over his shoulder, and soon a portly middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy merchant was escorted forward.
The man's face was as pale as paper, and his aura was extremely feeble. Yet the power faintly emanating from him was formidable-he was clearly a Second Realm Grandmaster.
Some unknown method had restrained him and sealed his internal power, leaving him unable to use any of his strength.
As the middle-aged man appeared, Xiang Kong smiled and said,
"Lin Sheng, this monk can make the decision to hand Tu Long over to you. Neither side benefits from this stalemate. Take him back and leave."
At this, Lin Sheng swept his gaze over, settling it on the middle-aged man.
He had never met Tu Long, but the man's appearance matched Luo Yin's description quite well.
After a brief moment of consideration, he nodded his agreement.
"Very well."
His purpose in coming here was to bring Tu Long back. As for anything else, with this great formation standing in his way, taking further action would indeed be difficult.
After all, this was the Northern Yan Imperial Court. Who knew what other hidden methods and reserves it possessed?
He therefore had no intention of wasting too much time.
Once he had dealt with matters concerning Dark Star, he would enter seclusion as soon as possible, striving to comprehend enlightenment and break through to