"'Kou Zhong' looks extraordinary. I wonder how many Ascenders like him there are."
Fu Qingfeng watched Kou Zhong's departing figure and spoke softly.
"No matter how extraordinary he is, he is still far inferior to Great Hero Ding."
Fu Yuechi pouted and muttered:
"Though I have little experience, I know that someone like Great Hero Ding is absolutely rare in this world."
"We don't know Great Hero Ding's origins. I wonder if those so-called players and Ascenders know."
Fu Qingfeng's heart stirred, and she wanted to ask around, but after thinking it over, she suppressed the impulse.
She pulled down her mask, covering her entire face and revealing only a pair of eyes.
She began gazing into the distance in the direction of Chang'an and waited quietly.
Ding Ling cast the Wind Summoning Art to obscure the soldiers' vision, blended into the crowd, and smoothly entered Chang'an.
As for the city of Chang'an,
Ding Ling was far too familiar with it.
He activated the Illusory Escape Technique, flashing through the crowd like a wisp of smoke.
Ordinary people could not detect him at all.
He took several winding turns and arrived inside the Imperial Palace.
By now, all the fertile lands under heaven belonged to the Ming Dynasty.
The Ming Dynasty's Royal Capital was in the capital city.
This Chang'an Imperial Palace was a relic inherited from history. It had been preserved fairly well, and quite a few soldiers were stationed there.
Ding Ling moved extremely quickly. The Illusory Escape Technique blurred the eyes, and martial artists below the Shattering Realm found it difficult to detect his whereabouts. They merely sensed a faint breeze brushing past them, and when they looked again, there was nothing there.
"Strange."
The general glanced around and muttered:
"I just feel that something