Qianyuan Palace, warm chamber.
Breakfast had long since been cleared away by the palace attendants, and there was no one else around.
Li Wei, Gu Jinzhi, Zeng Yi, and Min Zimo, who had just entered the palace, sat around a round rosewood table.
Compared with Li Wei's slender figure and Gu Jinzhi and Zeng Yi's well-proportioned builds,
Min Zimo looked considerably more rugged the moment he sat down, almost an entire size larger.
His sharp, falcon-like eyes lingered briefly on Li Wei's face before turning to Gu Jinzhi on his right. His voice was steady and went straight to the point:
"When I woke up, I was inside a Jing Army beacon tower outside Floating Cloud Pass."
"My cultivation was at the initial stage of the Third Order, and my identity seemed to be that of an ordinary border soldier."
"All the other soldiers guarding the tower were dead, but I hadn't encountered any enemies..."
At this point, Min Zimo paused slightly, his brows drawing tightly together, as if something had left him utterly baffled.
"What happened?" Gu Jinzhi's voice was even, revealing no emotion.
Min Zimo said gravely, "My cultivation doesn't match my identity."
Gu Jinzhi understood at once. He had already thought of this possibility when he heard Min Zimo's initial judgment of his identity.
A Third Order cultivation was already as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns throughout the entire Great Jing army.
With Min Zimo's strength, even on the Floating Cloud Pass defensive line, where elites gathered, he should at the very least have been a general. There was no way he could merely have been a soldier stationed at a beacon tower.
What concerned Zeng Yi more at that moment was something else:
"My grandfather said that in the Sky-Gazing Mirror, the initial crisis