Atop Tianque City.
As Jiang Ning's words fell, all the soldiers seemed to wake from a dream. Clarity returned to their eyes, while their faces bore both confusion and the lingering dread of having survived a calamity.
The next moment, a figure silently appeared atop the city wall.
He wore a black Flood Dragon Robe, a jade belt at his waist. Tall and straight, he had a handsome face, with a faint steadiness and calmness between his brows.
The newcomer was Jiang Ning.
It was as though he had been there all along, unnoticed by anyone. Only when he spoke did the crowd suddenly realize his presence.
At that moment, Jiang Ning stood with his head lowered, gazing at the figure in purple-red monk's robes three li away. A flicker of emotion passed through his eyes.
From the disturbance just now, he could clearly sense the terrifying strength of the Northern Barbarian Imperial Advisor's spirit.
It gave him the sensation of vying with the heavens in height.
It was precisely through such formidable spiritual power that, without even making a move, the Northern Barbarian Imperial Advisor had caused the many soldiers defending Tianque City to cast aside their weapons, kneel in worship, and regard him as a god.
At this moment, the Wheel-Rotating King looked over as well, his gaze calm as it settled upon Jiang Ning.
"Prince of Luoshui... Jiang Ning?" he slowly asked.
"That is correct." Jiang Ning gave a slight nod.
"So it truly was you. Before coming here, I had already guessed it would be you," the Wheel-Turning King said.
"As expected, I could not hide it from the Imperial Advisor," Jiang Ning said evenly.
At those words, the Wheel-Turning King calmly gave Jiang Ning a measured look, scrutinizing him from top to bottom.
Then he