After hearing the message from Dean Xiao, Shao Zheng immediately rushed to Flying Bird City.
At that moment, Jiang Che stood by the sea cliffs of Flying Bird City, gazing at the offshore waters he had personally flattened.
The setting sun dyed the bay a shifting dark gold. The sea was unnaturally still, without even the slightest swell.
Several seagulls circled low in the air, seemingly still adjusting to this sea area that had suddenly become so empty.
Jiang Che turned around and met Shao Zheng's gaze.
That single glance made Shao Zheng's pupils contract sharply.
He had seen countless super-tier mages, even Forbidden Curses and emperors.
Yet Jiang Che, standing before him now, did not leak the slightest trace of magic energy. When Shao Zheng extended his senses toward him, it was like crashing into a boundless abyss.
He had not felt this fear born of the unknown in a very, very long time...
Shao Zheng remained silent for a long while.
Before coming here, he had prepared many things to say—about the Holy City's response time, about the lineup of archangels they might deploy, about the emergency resolution the International Magic Association was urgently discussing overnight.
But now, all those words were stuck in his throat. He could not utter a single one.
In the end, he spoke, mentioning only the most crucial matter:
"The Holy City has initiated the adjudication process. They're expected to arrive in three days."
There was a hint of probing in Shao Zheng's tone.
He was testing whether Jiang Che still had the confidence to flee.
After all, it would be far too regrettable for such a nation-defending genius to be wiped out so easily...
Jiang Che understood what he meant and smiled.
Those abyss-black eyes held not the slightest tension or fear