The window that sheltered the Number One Inner Palace of the World from the evening breeze probably couldn't understand why so many gazes had come to rest upon it that night.
Some were open, others hidden; who knew how many had crossed paths?
Xian Nankui, his face ruddy as a date, stood at the very summit.
Moonlight bathed him, making him look like a god in a shrine.
If a mortal had seen him, they might have worshipped him as a deity.
The Yellow River Assembly had just ended, and the delegations from the various states had yet to disperse completely. As the hegemon closest to the River Viewing Terrace, Jing Kingdom naturally had a duty to maintain order as host.
To prevent any distressing incidents from happening.
If the observation delegations of two states caused a major bloodshed near the River Viewing Terrace, they would be slapping Jing Kingdom in the face.
All the buildings on the River Viewing Terrace had vanished.
That left Wo Kingdom as the place where the most people lingered after the Yellow River Assembly.
As commander of the Divine Strategy Army of the Jing Eight Armors, Xian Nankui's presence in Feng City was undoubtedly highly symbolic—and a powerful deterrent.
As for Wo Kingdom's own wishes...
At least in public, the Wo Kingdom court was very welcoming of Jing Kingdom's help in maintaining order.
After all, Wo Kingdom alone was too small to control a gathering of delegations from every state.
Now, Xian Nankui stood at the summit, surveying the entire city. A True Person and commander of an army, he had personally taken charge of the matter. No one could say Jing Kingdom wasn't taking it seriously.
There had been no trace of anyone's arrival, nor any warning, but a voice sounded in his