Zheng Juzhong concealed his traces, like an outsider who had come only to witness firsthand how a certain page of history would be written.
The green-skirted woman sighed softly. Was this the human world their old friends had once dreamed of without limit, a thousand years or ten thousand years hence?
Whispers rose both within and beyond the battlefield. Friend and foe alike were guessing why Cao Ci had come.
Whatever the reason, Cao Ci's arrival was like a calming pill for the Haoran camp.
Haoran and the Savage World naturally saw Cao in white and Chen in green robes very differently.
When the Yin Guan charged into battle, the good show had only begun. Once Cao Ci entered the game, it was nearly time to close the curtains.
After all, anyone with a rough understanding of the height of Chen Ping'an's martial attainments would believe that Cao Ci stood no lower.
Chen Ping'an's cultivation realm, however, had always been a mystery—elusive and uncertain, rising, falling, then rising again—making it difficult for outsiders to assess him accurately.
But speaking solely of martial achievements, the caliber of his "fists and feet," Chen Ping'an truly was an exceptionally reliable golden signboard.
Pei Qian drew a deep breath, silently rolled up her sleeves, raised the back of her hand, and lightly tapped her forehead once.
Zhu Su's situation was rather awkward at the moment. She did not dare conceal Chen Ping'an's movements. After all, he was both the Yin Guan of the Sword Qi Great Wall and Great Li's new National Teacher. Zhu Su immediately informed Song Yunjian, who could not make up his mind and promptly had Rong Yu report the matter to Emperor His Majesty. Thus Pei Qian, Guo Zhujiu, and the Earthly Branches lineage all learned of it, while Luopo