The True Person had gone, yet the True Person's majesty still cowed those wandering outside the city.
At this moment, in the vast City of No Redemption, Jiang Wang alone remained standing.
He picked up the broken half of the long spear from the ground, wiped it on his sleeve, then walked over and lifted the unconscious Lian Heng.
Without saying a word, he turned and headed out of the city.
There were no words for it, and so he said nothing.
There was nothing he could do, and so he did nothing.
Everything Zhu Weiwu had understood when Tie Tuisi made his move, Jiang Wang could naturally understand as well.
He understood it even more clearly.
He ought to have understood Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui's methods very deeply.
Just as at the Yellow River Assembly, when he rose to fame in one stroke and let the world know the name Jiang Wang, when the dawn of vengeance had seemed faintly in sight—this ruler and minister had decided to strike at him.
At first, there had been no sign of anything.
They let him rise in rank and receive noble titles, let glory cover him from head to toe, let him be a Prodigy of Heaven, let him possess an infinite future.
But the instant he crossed beyond Qi State's borders, their methods arrived at once!
If they did not move, they did not move. But once they moved, thunder crashed down upon him.
The charge of consorting with demons, Yujing Mountain's decree, the Mirror World Terrace's intervention.
In the blink of an eye, he became a criminal condemned by the whole world.
Had Kujue not pursued him across thousands of miles, had Qi State not reacted with such extraordinary fury that it was willing to tear all pretenses