Shen Tang herself probably never imagined how muddy the waters in the northwest of the continent could get—so muddy that they would part the curtain on upheaval that would shake the entire continent! While the people were still asleep, crisis crept quietly across the land, carrying the stench of death, like maggots writhing in rotten flesh.
Zhai Huan had been unable to sleep for half the night.
Zhai Le came over and vaguely heard him murmuring, "Ziwei emerges in the northwest, to unite all under Heaven... This has really gotten out of hand."
Zhai Le held a piece of dry rations in his mouth. "Brother, what's gotten out of hand?"
"Last night's phenomenon!"
"That dragon?"
Zhai Huan's expression was grave. "Yes. Whether they want the National Seal or to become the 'Ziwei Star' spoken of in the rumors, all the ambitious powers, large and small, will gather here. A chaotic battle is inevitable."
That was what gave him the biggest headache.
Zhai Le muttered, "Sigh, it's the same everywhere."
Zhai Huan smiled bitterly and said nothing.
His gaze fell toward Xiaocheng, and he pressed his lips together slightly.
The enormous dragon apparition that appeared last night clearly wasn't the National Seal of Xin Country. If Xin Country still possessed such powerful National Fortune, how could Zheng Qiao have encountered no worthy resistance along the way? Xin Country wouldn't have fallen so swiftly, either. At the thought, Zhai Huan's heart gave a sudden thump.
He asked his younger cousin, "Once things here are settled, shall we go back?"
"Mm, sure."
The tangled mess back in their homeland was no better than the one in the northwest.
Though traveling abroad gave him great freedom, without so many rules and restrictions, and with practically no one besides his cousin to keep an eye