That day, a battle at the Great Sage level erupted in the Demon Cave, reducing the city the Great Qian Dynasty had spent years building and managing to rubble.
After the garrison's hysterical uproar, those who came to their senses desperately rushed toward the Great Hall where the ninth prince, Gu Changhe, had been, digging through the rubble in an attempt to find him.
For a time, cries filled the ruins, all calling the same title: "Ninth Prince!"
On the main road a kilometer from the Great Hall, Lin Shuguang knocked Mo Changxiong down with a single saber strike, leaving him sprawled wretchedly on the ground.
"You did this?!"
The turmoil surging through his heart now was no less intense than what the ninth prince, Gu Changhe, had felt earlier.
Suddenly, everything clicked into place.
No wonder Shi Wenliang had suddenly died back then, drawing the Black Prison's attention. Otherwise, he would never have been injured, much less attracted that old monster Ji Wufeng in the end.
"Was all of this your setup?" Lin Shuguang hauled Mo Changxiong up, tearing his wounds open again and making him grunt in pain.
Lin Shuguang had no interest in answering him. "Gu Changhe said the Taiyi Immortal Sect left behind a treasure hoard. How much do you know about that?"
Before Mo Changxiong could speak, the void suddenly trembled. "Boy, I did help you, after all. Poaching from me isn't very decent of you."
Ji Wufeng tore through the void and stepped out.
The instant Mo Changxiong saw Ji Wufeng, a chill ran through his entire body. The concealed weapon he had secretly readied fell to the ground, and his eyes widened as he stammered, "Ancestor?!"
"Leave him to me," Ji Wufeng said to Lin Shuguang.
Lin Shuguang shrugged and released his grip,