On a distant rooftop, Duan Yu lay sprawled over the wall, watching the scene unfold with a sigh in his heart.
"Young Master, come down quickly. Duan Tianya is no ordinary man—we might be discovered." Beneath him, the four retainers of King Zhennan's Mansion could barely hold on as they called out.
Duan Yu had stepped on their backs to climb onto the wall. Those poor old men, with their aging arms and legs, still had to serve as his footstools.
He held his breath and focused, watching Su Changqing's retreating figure. With his back to everyone, Su Changqing exuded an astonishing presence, transcendent and extraordinary.
"Would you like to test whether my blade is sharp?"
Duan Yu slowly climbed down, that decisive declaration lingering in his mind.
"Thank you for your hard work, uncles. Duan Yu was at fault." Duan Yu hurriedly cupped his hands in apology.
"Young Master, the Central Plains are far from ordinary. For the next few days, you must not go out. We must be especially cautious," Zhu Danchen said softly, waving it off.
"This man possesses a presence no less than my eldest brother's, while his bearing rivals Young Master Murong's. The Central Plains truly abound with talent. There is Qiao Feng of the North and Murong Fu of the South, as well as Heaven, Earth, Black and Commander Su—such astonishingly gifted people."
Zhu Danchen nodded slightly, satisfaction in his eyes.
The Baoding Emperor of Dali had no heirs. Since Duan Yu possessed such insight, he would surely become a wise ruler of Dali one day.
"But I still have to go out... to see the splendor of Chang'an." After speaking, Duan Yu added in a low voice.
Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly as he slowly left the Feng Residence. Only now had