Several days later.
Hong Xuanji, Marquis of Wen of the Dagan Dynasty, Grand Academician of the Cabinet, Crown Prince's Grand Preceptor, Grand Preceptor, and Son of the Great Thousand World, arrived in this small border town.
The Dagan Emperor's right-hand man silently studied the palm print before him.
Outside the palm print, goose-feather snow lay almost a foot deep.
But within it, waves of heat had vaporized the snow, leaving not a single drop of water behind.
If a living creature or anything else stirred the fist intent, it would instantly become a torch, then vanish with the wind in the blink of an eye.
"What a savage fist intent..."
Hong Xuanji furrowed his brow and pondered.
Fist intent embodied a martial artist's Essence, Qi, and Spirit. It was very difficult to disguise.
Yet the fist intent before him was unlike that of anyone he could remember.
Had an unfamiliar powerhouse just made a breakthrough? Or had someone come from beyond the heavens?
Hong Xuanji couldn't help feeling that this would be troublesome.
If it were an ordinary Human Immortal martial artist, he would have nothing to fear. He had studied the martial arts of past and present and mastered the Wheel of Life and Death of the Heavens.
But no ordinary person could possess fist intent like this.
It was like the majestic might of Heaven, gazing down from on high upon all living beings.
If they became enemies, it would surely cause considerable trouble for his and His Majesty's plans.
He needed to prepare in advance.
Hong Xuanji returned to the carriage in a single step, then said, "Back to the capital."
Meanwhile.
In Dagan, at West Mountain in Yujing.
Young Master Hong was teaching a group of little foxes.
He wasn't teaching them any secret manuals for