A Thief on the Mountain

A saint was breaking through in the Imperial Capital.

The lords of the Imperial Capital harbored ulterior motives, each making their own calculations.

Several powerful women had suddenly arrived in the Imperial Capital. They were discussing whether to go to Jinling Ferry and make trouble for the young man who had transformed into a prince.

Meanwhile, Wang Xian was heading east with a thousand soldiers.

There were no fluttering banners, no horns blaring to the heavens.

He only wanted to surprise those fellows halfway there, before the barbarian army laid siege to the city.

Who would have thought that last night, while Wang Xian was out on the wasteland, he would see a faint wisp of purple qi shoot through the rainy-night sky over the Imperial Capital and soar into the heavens? He was so shaken that he couldn't speak for a long time.

At this time of year, there were no elders from the Four Great Sects in the Imperial Capital.

And even if an elder had broken through, it wouldn't have caused such an extraordinary phenomenon.

In Wang Xian's view, it could only be Old Sun from the Academy, or the dean comprehending the Dao... or perhaps his senior brother had seen through the principles of this world?

Watching the purple qi in the night sky, Wang Xian remained silent for a long time.

In his view, if his senior brother had broken through to the Dao, then everything made sense. After all, the teacher had found a successor, and the Academy needed a teacher who understood reason.

In the second half of the night, the rain stopped, and the purple qi in the sky over the Imperial Capital gradually faded.

Wang Xian, who had been eager to press on, suddenly changed his mind.

He sent a hundred