Wang Jian did not answer immediately. Instead, he said, "Guard the house. I'm going to the imperial city."
Wang Ben's pupils contracted, as though he had thought of something ominous.
"Father, the Tang Family is in the imperial city. If you suddenly go there, it could be dangerous..."
Wang Jian waved his hand. "My trip to the imperial city has nothing to do with them."
"Besides, they would not dare make a move during this time."
Wang Ben did not believe him, so he said, "Then I'll go with you."
Wang Jian refused without hesitation. "There is no room for discussion on this matter, understand?"
Wang Ben rarely saw Wang Jian so serious and stern. He lowered his head and said, "Yes, Father. I will remember."
Wang Jian nodded, then headed toward Tianluo City.
Crescent Continent, Unfallen Mountain.
Lian Po placed the firewood he had chopped by the door and prepared to enter the house for a sip of cool tea.
But at that moment, he suddenly turned around and shouted, "Who is it?!"
The White-robed God of Slaughter tossed over a golden letter tube and said, "His Majesty's secret decree."
After speaking, he directly shattered the Void and stepped inside.
Only after the other party had left did Lian Po place his axe on the table and open the letter tube.
To be honest, his expression was nearly identical to Wang Jian's.
He simply had fewer worries and suspicions than Wang Jian, and a little more anticipation and longing.
After all, unlike the other three, he had not hidden himself so well.
He guessed that Xiao Tianyang had probably learned of him through some obscure source, which was why the secret decree had reached his hands.
Of course, regardless of the reason, the important thing now was to hurry