In a small courtyard in the western part of the city, Fu Ye stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the four pillars of light that were gradually fading away.
"My lord?" Liu Ru asked softly.
"Let's go." Fu Ye turned around. "Let's take a look."
Beneath the northwestern city wall, several hundred Mages had already gathered. Military Mages, Magic Association members, and experts from the Hunter's Union stood in small groups, their expressions grave as they spoke in low voices.
Fu Ye led Liu Xian and Liu Ru through the crowd toward a pavilion higher up on the city wall.
"Stop!"
A young Military Mage blocked their path, sizing up Fu Ye and the two women. His gaze lingered a moment longer on Liu Xian and Liu Ru's faces.
"Only Mages of intermediate level or above are allowed up there. You—"
Before he could finish, he suddenly felt an extremely faint chill.
It came from Liu Xian's gaze.
It was merely a casual glance, yet it sent a shiver down the young Military Mage's spine, forcing the rest of his words back down his throat.
Fu Ye ignored him and walked straight past, stepping onto the stone stairs leading to the pavilion.
Liu Xian and Liu Ru followed closely behind.
The young Military Mage opened his mouth, but in the end, he did not dare stop them again.
The pavilion was more spacious than expected.
Thirty or forty people had already gathered there, all representatives of the various powers within the Ancient Capital.
There were military generals, elders of the Magic Association, the Ancient Capital branch president of the Hunter's Union, and several representatives of prominent families dressed in luxurious clothes, their auras deep and formidable.
The most eye-catching person was the middle-aged man standing in the center