Where Does Marquis Zhaoyuan Live?

"We still don't know why the myriad races suddenly launched a full-scale invasion. That is what worries me most."

Wu Wei looked at the distant fires of war, making no attempt to hide his exhaustion. "Over the past year, we humans were not wholly unprepared. If the myriad races had simply gone mad all of a sudden, the situation would not have become this dire. But the unknown cause is the real problem..."

Shen Qian fell silent. A certain emotion that he had deliberately suppressed surged back into his heart.

Wu Wei noticed the fluctuation in Shen Qian's Mental Power and shot him a surprised glance. "What is it?"

"Minister, is there any way... to contact my teacher?"

Shen Qian asked quietly.

"Marquis of Jingcheng?" Wu Wei was taken aback at first, then shook his head. "He is at Ten Thousand Years Mountain right now. You may not know this, but Ten Thousand Years Mountain hangs alone..."

Wu Wei's voice abruptly stopped. He whipped his head around and stared fixedly at Shen Qian.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Suppose something happened to Ten Thousand Years Mountain. Would that explain everything before us?"

Shen Qian had already calmed down, and merely spoke indifferently.

Wu Wei's body shook violently. "Ten Thousand Years Mountain holds hundreds of Wang Hou experts from the myriad races. Many of them were once leaders of their respective clans. If they were released..."

Wu Wei could not continue. His expression had turned ugly beyond measure.

Because he had thought of another possibility.

Marquis of Jingcheng was stationed at Ten Thousand Years Mountain. How could Ten Thousand Years Mountain possibly have fallen?

Unless...

At the thought of that possibility, even Wu Wei, who had remained composed in the face of the massive invasion by the myriad races, found