That night, Spirit City was silent and still. Only the bright moonlight flowed across the ground like water, draping the magnificent complex of buildings in a layer of clear radiance.
Jiang Zhen held the already sleeping Lan Xi in his arms. Having arrived in Spirit City today, she had been somewhat excited, but now she had sunk into dreams, her breathing even and soft.
Just as he was about to sleep, his brow suddenly lifted slightly. He sensed an extremely concealed yet vast and boundless aura, like the starry sky, appearing in the plaza outside Douluo Hall.
That aura was calm and profound, carrying not the slightest hostility, yet it possessed an indescribable majesty, one that nearly reached the level of laws.
A trace of understanding and interest flashed through Jiang Zhen's eyes. He rose quietly, tucked Lan Xi's blanket around her, and slipped out of the room without a sound like a ghost.
Following that aura, he made his way to the enormous white marble plaza outside Douluo Hall.
Under the moonlight, a figure stood quietly in the center of the plaza, back facing him as he gazed up at the full moon in the sky.
The man wore a simple gray robe, his long black hair neatly draped down his back. He was not especially robust, yet he gave off a harmonious feeling, as though he had merged with heaven and earth. It was as if, simply by standing there, he had become the core of this space.
Jiang Zhen slowly approached and stopped thirty meters away. His tone was calm but carried a hint of certainty. "The Great Worshipper of Spirit Hall? Qian Daoliu, known as 'Invincible in the Sky'?"
The gray-robed figure slowly turned, revealing a handsome and peaceful face. He looked to be only in