Ninefold Tower Pavilion.
A young man stood before the railing, looking at the undulating outlines of the Imperial Palace buildings in the distance and their sharply upturned eaves. His eyes were calm as an abyss.
"Human Path fortune..." he murmured.
Just then.
His body suddenly trembled, and he slowly turned around.
A man stood before him, dressed in a long robe that fluttered and snapped in the wind atop the Ninefold Tower Pavilion.
"Prince of Luoshui?" the young man asked slowly, showing no panic.
"It's me!" Jiang Ning nodded.
"I'm curious. How did you know I existed?" the young man asked.
"Your level is too low. You can't comprehend my state," Jiang Ning said.
At those words, the young man's gaze sharpened. His expression shifted slightly, while the fist hidden beneath his sleeve clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
He had never imagined such an assessment being directed at him.
His level was too low?!!
Who was he?
One of the most noble imperial sons of the Nine Heavens.
A third-generation pureblood descendant of one of the Four Emperors of the Ancient Heavenly Court.
Within the Nine Heavens, his status was incomparably exalted.
Whether it was the inheritance he received or those who guided him, he had always enjoyed the highest treatment.
The Immortals who stood high above the world in outsiders' eyes had to obey his commands before him.
Ancient Era secrets and hidden truths of every faction that the world could never know were no more than ordinary scrolls in his Study.
It could be said that, when it came to breadth of vision, he was confident none of his peers could match him.
Yet now, Jiang Ning—who was no more than a mundane creature in his eyes—had judged him as being on too low a