On June 5th, by the Cang River, crashing waves spilled onto the shore. Zhu Wushi stood by the riverbank like a spear planted upright, silently waiting.
He held a tray bearing a neatly folded Black Gold Royal Robe, gleaming with an air of majesty.
Other than Zhu Wushi, there was no one else on the riverbank. Even Cheng Shifei, Duan Tianya, and the Seven Balefuls, who usually followed Zhu Wushi, were absent.
They were still running about everywhere. There was much news from Yu Huo's side, and Dragon Guard Manor had continued expanding, now spread throughout You Province, striking fear into all sides.
Whether it was wicked scoundrels from the Blood Lotus Sect or Great Feng spies lying in wait, many had been dealt with in recent days. These matters should originally have been handled under his command.
But His Highness was in seclusion, refining the Flood Dragon's power. Cangshui City naturally could not be left without someone to hold the fort, so Zhu Wushi and Chen Gong had remained in Cangshui these past days.
As Zhu Wushi watched the surging Cang River and the white-robed figure seated quietly atop its surface, his thoughts churned. It had been more than seven days since His Highness entered seclusion. Ghost Servant had told him yesterday that His Highness would emerge today, so he had come early to wait.
Suddenly, Zhu Wushi felt his hand grow lighter. The tray holding His Highness's royal robe had vanished from his grasp. He was not surprised; instead, a smile appeared on his face.
He knew His Highness had emerged from seclusion.
Li Xunhuan, who had been sitting on the river's surface, rose at that moment as well. He lowered his gaze toward the rapidly flowing water, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes as though he