News of Prince Jing'an

Zuo Qianshan lifted his teacup and took a slow sip before finally revealing a trace of wariness.

His fingers lightly stroked the rim of the cup, and his gaze grew unfathomably deep.

"Prince Jing'an has entered seclusion," he finally said, his voice several degrees lower than before. "The official claim is that he has secluded himself to seek enlightenment and break through to a higher realm."

He paused and swept his eyes over everyone in the hall.

"But in truth, Prince Jing'an is already in grave danger."

The instant those words fell, it was as though a bolt of thunder had struck the hall.

"What?!"

Several aristocratic family patriarchs rose to their feet almost simultaneously.

The Wang Family Patriarch's face turned deathly pale. Both hands braced against the table, he leaned slightly forward, his eyes wide as he stared fixedly at Zuo Qianshan.

The garrison commanders could no longer sit still either. The elderly general with grizzled hair and beard abruptly stood up, his beard trembling violently as he spoke with barely suppressed shock.

"Fellow Daoist Zuo, you cannot speak such nonsense! Prince Jing'an is one of the foremost experts among the Sixth Turn, commanding a vast territory and countless elite troops and powerful generals beneath him. How could he... how could he silently fall into grave danger?"

Prince Jing'an was one of the peak existences of the Sixth Turn.

There were only so many Sixth Turn powerhouses in the entire Human Race, and every one of them was a pillar that held up the heavens.

Not to mention a frontier lord like Prince Jing'an. If something happened to him, the entire situation on the front lines would undergo earth-shaking changes.

Elder Zheng said nothing, but his fingers had stopped tapping the table, frozen in midair. He stood there like