On the road back to Qi, with Chongxuan Zun traveling alongside him, there was no longer any possibility of keeping a low profile.
Jiang Wang could live on wind and dew, traveling beneath the stars and moon, but Chongxuan Zun refused to stop anywhere with even slightly inferior conditions.
They swaggered all the way, and once they reached the Eastern Domain, they flew without restraint.
The two youngest military marquises of the hegemonic states traveled side by side. Even without the Zhuhe Alliance or the Star Moon Covenant, few blind fools would dare block their path—
Except Wang Yiwu before Linzi City.
He stood coldly outside the city gates, his lean, tall frame like a flagpole. His military uniform was like a banner, snapping loudly in the wind.
The moment Chongxuan Zun saw him, he smiled. "General Wang, who are you standing guard for?"
Having fought his way up from the lowest rank of soldier, once undefeated among all those of his realm throughout the Nine Legions, and the greatest Heaven-Connecting Realm cultivator of all time, Wang Yiwu had indeed fallen behind now that Jiang Wang and Chongxuan Zun stood before him as peerless prodigies, while his own cultivation remained at the Outer Tower Realm.
Yet this did nothing to diminish his pride.
Standing before bright jade, he still knew that he was no mere stubborn stone, but held fine qualities hidden deep within.
Before towering mountains and magnificent vistas, he remained unhurried, knowing when his own scenery would come.
His life was like his footsteps: every step seemed measured by ruler and square, every step precise and clear.
"I guard the capital for the emperor!" Wang Yiwu declared proudly. Then, turning slightly to soften some of his severity, he extended a hand in invitation. "And occasionally, I keep an