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The eagle struck at the vast sky, its shriek piercing the heavens. As it spread its wings and soared, it stirred up gust after gust of astral wind. Standing atop the pavilion, Xu Yuan saw countless gazes lifted toward him.

The sweeping blast and pressure had drawn the attention of nearly the entire prefecture city. Countless people instinctively set aside whatever they were doing.

Some bowed their heads in salute, some raised their eyes and stared straight at him. Some were grateful to have survived, while others hated him for the loved ones they had lost.

Xu Yuan watched all those gazes below with indifference, until he saw the soldiers of the Western Pacification Army's Second Garrison saluting him with clasped fists. Only then did he suddenly let out a soft laugh.

[Among you twenty thousand, not a single one shall die at a Sage's hands before I do!]

Li Junwu's promise to those common soldiers before the battle echoed in his ears. Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes and turned toward the deck's interior.

So that fellow really knew how to serve the dish according to the guest.

She had lost faith in him, yet kept her promise to those soldiers, fulfilling it with her life.

The Mystic Eagle beat its wings, covering a hundred zhang in an instant.

In silence, Xu Yuan walked up to the doorway and stopped. Suddenly, he turned back to look at that colossal city-fortress that belonged to her.

The Mystic Eagle palace had already flown away from above Western Pacification Prefecture City. The myriad upturned gazes had vanished, leaving only that lone city shrinking further and further in his sight.

The high-altitude currents rushed backward, and his unbound long hair danced in the wind, veiling his eyes.

In a daze, Xu Yuan saw an