"Lan Xinti Great Bodhisattva?" Chen Luo looked at the military report, his brows furrowing. This was the name of the Three Bodhi Realm Great Bodhisattva who had made a move on the Western Regions battlefield not long ago.
However, Han Changli had previously told him the names of the Western Regions' Three Bodhi Great Bodhisattvas, and this one had not been among them.
Could Confucian Sect intelligence have been wrong?
That made no sense. Every Three Bodhi Great Bodhisattva possessed the mark of the Great Dao and belonged to a branch of the Heavenly Dao. The Confucian Dao could not possibly sense one incorrectly—especially when they were all Half-Saints with Seven-Orifice Exquisite Hearts.
Could it be—
He had changed his name?
"Pfft..." Northern King Xin Jiaxuan spat out a mouthful of tea when he heard Chen Luo's guess. He wiped his beard and said, "Martial Ancestor, you've got it wrong."
"That Lan Xinti Great Bodhisattva broke through in the middle of battle."
Chen Luo froze. Broke through in the middle of battle?
Wasn't that a buff reserved for the protagonist of a proper heroic tale?
Xin Jiaxuan sighed and said softly, "This battle was somewhat dangerous..."
The Western Regions.
As the setting sun sank, blood-red afterglow spread across the horizon. Countless tents dotted the Western Regions, wisps of cooking smoke curling into the air. A hundred li ahead of the army stood a magnificent city.
"Mengli City..."
Adamo stood atop the watchtower, gazing at the distant city with a solemn expression.
He knew this city. Even when he had still been a prince, it had been famous throughout the Western Regions.
One could say that its reputation had spread far and wide—or that its infamy had spread far and wide.
In the eyes of devout believers, this was a