Taiji Hall.
In the imperial court.
As the matter of rewards and honors was settled, Ji Minghao finally let out a long breath of relief.
"Your Majesty, this minister has another matter to report!" At that moment, another official stepped forward of his own accord.
"Report it next time!" Ji Minghao waved at the official, then rose to his feet.
"I am weary!" A trace of fatigue showed on Ji Minghao's face.
"Farewell, Your Majesty!"
The civil and military officials immediately bowed in unison, respectfully seeing Ji Minghao off as he turned away.
"Oh, right!" Ji Minghao suddenly turned back and stopped. Then he looked at Jiang Ning. "Would Prince of Luoshui be willing to attend tonight's Victory Banquet?"
"No." Jiang Ning shook his head.
"You are the star of tonight's Victory Banquet!" Standing atop the Nine-Tiered Steps, Ji Minghao offered Jiang Ning a reminder.
Jiang Ning shook his head again. "Thank you for Your Majesty's kindness. However, I gained some insights from yesterday's battle and still need to enter seclusion to digest what I have gained and realized."
"With Prince of Luoshui's strength, he has gained further insights? Does that not mean he is about to become a new Martial Saint?" Ji Xuan suddenly spoke from the side, taking up Jiang Ning's words.
Hearing this, Jiang Ning cast Ji Xuan a faint glance.
"As the dignified Shoulder-to-Shoulder King, why resort to the petty conduct of a villain?"
As soon as those words fell—
Ji Xuan's expression changed abruptly, his face alternating between dark and pale.
Having served as a pillar of Great Xia's Imperial Clan for so many years, when had anyone ever spoken to him in such a disdainful tone?
Yet when he recalled yesterday's battle, when he recalled Jiang Ning's strength—
He quietly suppressed the dark fire