Chenggan Hall.
After Jiang Ning greeted the three of them, his Divine Sense had already spread out in utter silence.
He had only just arrived at Chenggan Hall, and did not know what had happened over the past two days.
Though from the situation before him alone, vague guesses were already forming in his heart.
But they stopped at guesses, nothing more.
The next moment.
Within the entire Royal Capital, within a hundred-li radius, the auras of all living beings lit up in his Sea of Consciousness like stars, arranged and classified.
Millions upon millions of life fluctuations surfaced in dense clusters.
The Blood Qi of common folk was dim as fireflies, while the auras of Martial Artists, strong or weak, were like bonfires and furnaces.
A small number of even stronger conglomerations of energy were the various experts within the Royal Capital.
With a single glance, Jiang Ning locked onto Ji Xuan.
Afterward, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Once the auras were separated by category, he discovered that the auras representing the princes had almost all vanished at this moment.
Only in the direction of Chengde Palace did one aura just disperse, still leaving behind the lingering aftertaste of a recent death.
He understood in his heart that a change had clearly occurred, just as he had predicted.
The next moment.
The scene within Chengde Palace appeared before him. It was the dead Ji Mingyu.
He slowly withdrew his gaze and looked toward the only two princes left before him in Chenggan Palace.
Ji Minghao, Ji Mingyuan.
"So that's how it is." Jiang Ning understood completely in his heart, instantly grasping the drama currently unfolding here.
A struggle for the throne, brothers butchering one another, blood staining the palace halls.
This was nothing fresh in the dynasties of past