There was an unusual quiet in the hall.
Soft whispers passed among the people.
Here, beauties capable of toppling cities gathered, and prodigies feasted together.
Huang Sheli sat down in a daze, not wanting to speak to Jiang Wang for the moment.
Stinky man. Absolutely reeked.
How dare he make a beauty sad?
Even Jiang Green Sheep, as handsome and as good at fighting as he was, had points deducted for that!
Jiang Wang sat properly before his table, quietly awaiting the opening of the Dragon Palace Banquet.
Counting them all, among the powers of the realm, only the prodigies of the Jing Kingdom and Mu Kingdom—those truly weighty forces—had yet to arrive. In other words, once everyone was here, the show would begin.
Which prodigies would be representing these two hegemonic nations at the Dragon Palace Banquet?
Ye Qingyu, seated beside him, suddenly said, "I saw her in Wu'an City."
"Wu'an City?" Jiang Wang froze for a moment. "When?"
When else could it have been?
He knew he had asked a pointless question... but what else could he ask?
Up to now, he had only ever spent that one time in the Demon Realm in his life, encountering a situation that had been almost certain death.
So she... had gone to the Demon Realm too?
He should have known long ago...
On the walls of Wu'an City, the line of writing Xu Xiangan had left behind bore traces of incense smoke and fire.
On the battlefield opened up by Wu'an City, disciples of the Moon-Washing Nunnery had fought and bled.
In the small nunnery within Wu'an City, someone chanted sutras night after night.
Jiang Wang sat utterly still.
"When I followed Father to Wu'an City, she was already there," Ye Qingyu said. "I saw her on the city tower.