February's Spring Wind Was Chilly

If Jiang Wang had known that the leader of the Nine Great Demon Lords was now living in seclusion in No-Return Valley, Chen State,

he might have given more thought to the Human Demons' attack on Azure Cloud Pavilion and their rampage through Shun'an Prefecture, but he didn't know.

So he didn't think there would be any unexpected twists in Yong Kingdom's campaign against Jiao.

In his view, Jiao's downfall was all but certain.

The fact that the First Human Demon was in No-Return Valley was not something Jiang Wang alone was unaware of.

The people of Yong were equally ignorant.

Yao Qi, Count of Self-Reflection, who was responsible for handling Azure Cloud Pavilion's destruction, had for now only concluded that the Nine Great Demon Lords had taken an interest in some ancient inheritance of Azure Cloud Pavilion and launched a surprise attack while Marquis Weining was away from Shun'an Prefecture.

After Feng Ming was found and Yao Qi learned the details about the Blood of Equilibrium, this conjecture seemed all the more likely to him.

However, if the Nine Great Demon Lords had some kind of understanding with Chen, then Chen's strength should not be ignored.

Of course, none of this had anything to do with Jiang Wang at the moment.

Sitting in an upscale tavern in He State, he was merely beset by some inexplicable, jumbled thoughts.

For instance, the Temple of the Original Heavenly God seemed to have rather lax rules. Its High Priestess could get drunk and visit brothels. Compared with that, being a monk seemed far too hard...

And the name Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion left him dazed for a moment. He thought of the days when he had raised a cup with Zhao Rucheng, Du Yehu, and the others, and thought of... that flash of