Jiang Wang and Chongxuan Sheng walked side by side out of the Platform of the World, leaving the towering Pillars of the Six Directions behind them.
Qiao Lin and the Heaven Cover Army soldiers followed silently, serving as their support.
They left by the nearest exit, which wasn't the same one Ji Zhaonan had used.
The two chatted as they walked, discussing matters of cultivation. Their conversation went fairly well.
They had spent five days cultivating together at the General-Summoning Platform, but had barely spoken. After coming to the River Viewing Terrace, they had occasionally exchanged a few words.
That wasn't to say they had become close.
It was simply as Cao Jie had said: on the battlefield, they were comrades-in-arms.
Here at the River Viewing Terrace, they stood united, representing the Qi State against prodigies from other nations. Once they returned to Linzi, they would still compete for what they wanted and settle whatever needed settling.
Jiang Wang had fought in the Lost Realm, and Chongxuan Sheng came from a family of renowned generals. Naturally, they both understood this.
One wore flowing white robes, the other a green robe and a sword.
One was peerlessly elegant, the other serene and composed.
Both were Peerless Prodigies, each with a style all his own. Even here at the River Viewing Terrace, where prodigies had gathered in droves, they stood out.
They walked along, chatting, and drew frequent glances.
"That shot of Ji Zhaonan's absolutely can't be dodged. You should..."
Chongxuan Sheng stopped mid-sentence.
Someone stood ahead. Someone they knew.
He wore the dark green uniform of the Spring Death Army, stretched taut over his exceptionally tall frame. He had a long face, a high nose, and deep-set eyes.
Dust clung to him, and the killing intent of the battlefield still lingered.