Primeval Demonic Realm. Ning Chen returned, drawing all eyes as he walked step by step toward the Three Imperial Cities.
Two days later, before the Three Imperial Cities, a figure in plain robes appeared, weathered by wind and frost, his white hair glaringly conspicuous.
"He's here."
Xuan Qing stood quietly before the city. Upon seeing the arrival, he immediately stepped forward to greet him.
"Thirteenth Imperial Brother, welcome back."
Xuan Qing looked at the young man before him and said with a smile.
"For Third Imperial Brother to personally welcome me, this brother is deeply honored," Ning Chen said softly.
"We are brothers. It is only right," Xuan Qing replied with a smile.
Within the Ninth Prince's Manor, Xuan Que sat quietly drinking. At that moment, a guard hurried in from outside the hall and respectfully reported, "Reporting to Your Highness, the Thirteenth Prince is about to return to the city. Third Prince has personally gone to receive him."
"I understand. You may leave," Xuan Que said indifferently.
"Yes!"
The guard accepted the order, bowed, and withdrew.
Inside the hall, Xuan Que set down his wine cup and looked toward the shifting winds and clouds beyond the hall. A cold glint flashed through his sinister eyes.
Thirteenth Brother had returned. The imperial city was about to stir up fresh waves again. This time, who would become the pitiful sacrifice?
Within the city, the two imperial princes walked side by side. Imperial Guards cleared the way, and the commoners hurriedly moved aside, not daring to overstep their bounds.
"Third Imperial Brother, I must first pay my respects to Master. Let us part here for now."
After traveling ten li, Ning Chen stopped and spoke to the person beside him.
Xuan Qing nodded. "When there is a chance, this brother will visit