The Immortal Explains, a Wave of His Sleeve Shakes the Mighty Pass, a Blue Shirt Brushes Aside the Golden Tide

Crown Prince Dan of Yan stood before the army formation, worry and hesitation in his eyes, both finally transforming into resolve.

He had regarded Ji Ying as his final trump card.

According to the original plan, this immortal master of the Chan Sect was to remain hidden until Zhao Cheng appeared, then strike to suppress him. At that point, the hundred-thousand-strong army would swarm forward, and Wu'an City would fall with ease.

But now, before they had even caught a glimpse of Zhao Cheng, he had already been forced to ask the immortal master to intervene. Thinking of the boasts he had made earlier, Crown Prince Dan of Yan felt his cheeks burn as though someone had slapped him across the face in public.

Yet when he looked up at the black cannon muzzles still aimed at the army formation atop the walls, then listened to the soldiers' subdued whispers behind him—

He knew there was no room for him to worry about saving face now.

Drawing a deep breath, Crown Prince Dan of Yan took heavy steps toward the luxurious carriage where Ji Ying was seated.

The carriage was crafted entirely from nanmu wood, its exterior carved with intricate cloud patterns, gilded bells hanging from each of its four corners. Even parked in the open wilderness, it exuded a luxury utterly out of place with its surroundings.

Inside, the carriage was carpeted in snowy white fox fur. A silver pot of warm tea rested upon the table, its faint bluish fragrance curling upward, wholly unlike the smell of blood outside.

Instead, it carried the tranquil stillness of a secluded cultivation cave.

Ji Ying reclined lazily on a soft couch, idly turning a tiny golden bell in his hand as he watched the battle in midair through the Shark Silk-covered