Anhua City.
Garrison Palace.
Under normal circumstances.
Every city in the Minor Spirit Realm had two Profound Warriors stationed at its Garrison Palace, taking turns monitoring every anomaly within the city.
At this moment.
Inside a palace furnished with a surveillance Mystic Array, four figures clad in black robes stood silently.
Besides Zhao Qihuan and Xu Daoming, there were two unfamiliar faces. One was Bald Head, while the other had an oddly blue face.
"Buzz~"
The monitoring Mystic Array continued to hum.
A phantom image of Anhua City hovered a meter above the array, displaying without omission the illusion of the thousand-meter Divine Banyan.
The four of them were rendered speechless by the sight.
"May the Divine Banyan endure forever! May Wan Hao prosper forever!"
This was the sound transmitted by the Mystic Array, though it was slightly distorted.
All four became solemn and recited in unison, "May the Divine Banyan endure forever! May Wan Hao prosper forever!"
One second later.
Bald Head turned to glance at another monitoring Mystic Array, his face full of astonishment. "Becoming a Profound Warrior at sixteen is truly remarkable!"
The Blue-Faced Profound Warrior nodded lightly. "He crossed this chasm after only a few months in the Black Armor Army. No wonder the Pavilion Master values him so highly."
The two Garrison Profound Warriors had long expected this, and not the slightest surprise showed on their faces.
Over this period, they had personally watched the Source Energy fluctuations within Cheng Han grow stronger by the day, while the tricks he came up with became ever more astonishing.
If such a genius failed to become a Profound Warrior, that would be truly bizarre!
Bald Head stared at the still-undispersed Divine Banyan Shadow, a trace of admiration in his voice. "He really fucking knows how to put