As if he had long foreseen this outcome, Wang Xian wasn't surprised.
Instead, he had the food and wine cleared from the table, brought out brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and took out a scroll of the Dao Scripture to copy, stroke by stroke.
Just as he had once asked Hu Keke to copy scriptures beside Brightmoon Lake in Moonlight City.
Just as he had once sat beneath a tree with Chen Xiang'er in Dragon City, tonight, as he copied the scripture again, his heart no longer wavered.
With the barbarian army dealt with, next it was the imperial guards from the Imperial City's turn.
That night, the prince sat quietly in the flower hall, unruffled by the storm.
Before long, the rain stopped.
The moon was a slender crescent. Suddenly, a five-colored divine light shot into the sky above the City Lord's residence, as if a divine bird were circling overhead.
Fortunately, Huamantian, Zhao Meng, and even the Great General had all gone to sleep that night.
In the midnight sky, not a single person was fated to witness this marvelous sight—not even Wang Xian, who was copying the Dao Scripture.
Even Qiu Mingyu, who was breaking through, failed to see what was happening in the night sky.
Wang Xian had clearly given her a tongue-lashing and told her to keep her distance from him.
Yet the very next moment, she was sitting in the City Lord's flower hall, comprehending the Dao as she broke through.
A woman who had spent years building up her strength could be unstoppable once she finally unleashed it. From the hour of the pig to the hour of the ox, she broke through realm after realm.
She surged forward without pause, only barely stopping when she reached the peak of the ninth stage