Not the Moon in the Sky

Jiang Wang could not explain why he had suddenly made this decision, setting aside the joy of reuniting with Jiang An'an in Cloud City, setting aside that vivid and bustling warmth, to rush thousands of miles alone...

To arrive at this Xin'an City.

In the Maple Forest Dead Zone and in Jiujiang City, he had constantly warned himself that revenge required long and painful forbearance.

Dong A, Du Ruhui, and Zhuang Gaoxian stood at the very pinnacle of the Zhuang Kingdom, wielding immense power and possessing formidable cultivation; dealing with them was not a task that could be accomplished overnight.

There were countless reasons to stop him from coming here now.

But there was only one reason that compelled him to come—

Because of hatred.

Because of a hatred that was etched into his very bones.

Hatred gnawed at his heart every single moment; he could not forgive, could not let go, and could not find peace.

Zhuang Gaoxian had waged a war with the strength of the entire nation, shocking the Western Border and drawing the eyes of countless people.

Yet, he only saw that Dong A was left alone to hold the rear.

Zhuang Gaoxian was a True Person of this era, and Du Ruhui possessed the divine ability of Inch-to-Horizon; when would they ever be too distracted to look after the dignified Vice Chancellor of the Zhuang Kingdom?

Only during a war that concerned the fate of the nation.

Such an opportunity was once in a thousand years.

Jiang Wang chose to follow his own heart.

He did not greet anyone, did not tell An'an, and did not tell Ye Qingyu. It was not just because he had promised Ye Lingxiao that he would not involve the High Heaven Pavilion.

In the matter of revenge, he had