Many people said it was the Ming Cult's doing, and quite a few sects wanted to settle the score with the Ming Cult.
Only Jiang Siming knew the plot. It was obviously the Yuan emperor's doing, but he would never say so. The more chaotic the martial world became, the more opportunities he had to profit.
After half a day's journey, Jiang Siming finally arrived beneath the gates of Dadu City.
Wanting to see the prosperity of the Yuan capital, Jiang Siming chose to enter the city discreetly instead of flying in.
Before coming to Dadu, Jiang Siming had changed into another outfit in Fengyuan City.
At this time, The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber was in the depths of winter.
Jiang Siming wore a blue robe embroidered with soaring clouds, a rhino-horn belt around his waist, and only a single white jade pendant hanging from it.
A white cloak covered his shoulders, while snow-white fox fur on the hood fluttered in the wind amid the drifting snowflakes.
His clothes were luxurious and elegant, and his handsome, perfectly proportioned figure carried them off flawlessly.
His sideburns were as sharply trimmed as if cut by a blade, and his brows were like ink paintings.
His black hair was casually tied with a silver ribbon. He wore neither a crown nor a hairpin.
A few strands over his forehead had been blown loose by the wind, intertwining with the silver ribbon as they fluttered, lending him an airy grace.
Someone like him walking along the streets of Dadu had a return rate of nearly three hundred percent.
Whether commoner girls, noble ladies, or even the daughters of officials, they all fell for this striking young man who had appeared out of nowhere.
Jiang Siming discovered that he actually had quite the potential