Fireworks Pavilion in Jinyang City

Xiang Yang naturally had no idea that he had now become the target of a jealous man's comparisons, someone that man wanted to suppress. At present, he was crossing through wild grass, hurrying through the starless, moonless darkness toward Jinyang City behind Jiang Sihong and the others.

A journey of more than ten li was truly not far in the eyes of the group.

Duan Canghai and the others could not enter the city because its gates had already been tightly shut. To enter, they would have to smash open the gates and force their way past the one hundred and twelve soldiers guarding the city. Doing that would be tantamount to rebellion.

Jiang Sihong and the others could enter because tonight's commander of the city gates was an honored guest of their Seven Star Tower and could open a convenient door for them. On another day, if the commander had been close to the Chaotian Alliance, that would have been another matter entirely.

Following behind them, Xiang Yang watched the city gate commander act as intimate with Jiang Sihong as though they were one family, and could not help clicking his tongue in wonder.

This was the least likely thing to happen in Great Zhou. The imperial court was the imperial court, the martial world was the martial world; those who dealt with martial artists had the Divine Constable Gate. Things were different here. Different soil bred different people.

Jinyang City was neither familiar nor unfamiliar to Xiang Ding Tian. Seven years ago, he had moved here with his father, Old Xiang, and had spent seven years studying at the most famous academy in the city.

Seven years were enough to forge the most perfect martial foundation for a child, and enough to turn a green youth fresh from