"Welcome Home, Property Owner!"

Three days later, Yun Jingheng took up his post in the Ming Capital.

He didn't go through the city gate.

As the moonlight descended from the northern horizon, an uninvited beam silently stopped on the official road outside the capital city of Ming Capital.

He came to see Gu Yuena; she had texted him through Half Day Coffee last night.

The Half-Sweet Coffee also marked the location of the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters, saying that Gu Yuena was in the tower today and hadn't gone out.

He had planned his route: enter from the north gate, go directly to the Spirit Pagoda, sit down, have a cup of tea, and listen to what the girl had to say. It was a simple matter.

Ke Ming Capital think so.

He had just stopped on the official road when Half-Sweet Coffee reminded him, "Master, there is a large amount of energy reaction from Titled Douluo -level beings in the direction of Ming Capital, and the number is increasing. Powerful beings are taking off simultaneously from the East Gate, South Gate, and North Gate."

Yun Jingheng was taken aback. "Huh?"

Half-Sweet Coffee said, "It seems they've already spotted you."

Yun Jingheng was even more stunned. "Found out what about me? I haven't even gone in yet!"

Half-Sweet Coffee said, "They're even more panicked because you didn't go in. Fifteen days ago, you just defeated Chen Xinjie and En Ci. Now that you're standing outside Ming Capital City, they naturally assume you're going to attack the city."

Yun Jingheng: "..."

He opened his mouth, but didn't know where to begin explaining.

The people from the War God Temple have already emerged from the north gate.

Not just a few, but a whole group.

He saw Chen Xinjie, Guan Yue, Ao Rui, Luo Yuhang, Mo Zihong, Shi Mengshan, and Nangong Yi.

More people were seen rising from within the city.

One after another, the Soul Ring lit up.

Red, black, red.

Above the north gate of Ming Capital, it was as if a galaxy of Soul Ring had suddenly exploded.

All seventeen Titled Douluo emerged.

The entire city of Ming Capital was placed under martial law, and all the Soul Guidance Cannon on the city walls were turned towards him.

Yun Jingheng stood there, completely bewildered.

"What are you doing here...?"

Guan Yue stepped forward. "Jing Heng, I'm from Shrek Academy, and I'm your father's fellow disciple. It's only right that you call me Uncle, and I'll call you Nephew. I even held you in my arms back then."

"I don't think the conflict between Shrek and the Federation has reached the point where you need to intervene, right? We can talk things out. Give your uncle some face and let it go."

Yun Jingheng: "?"

What's there to calculate? You all stopped me from seeing the Master of the Spirit Pagoda?

Chen Xinjie also stepped forward.

He stood to the Guan Yue, about several tens of meters away from Yun Jingheng.

The Federation's military genius stood up straight, but Yun Jingheng could tell at a glance that his heels weren't firmly planted on the ground.

Like it's ready to slide backward at any moment.

His facial expression was also interesting, both firm and soft; he wanted to be stern, but couldn't quite manage it.

He cleared his throat and said, "Pavilion Master, I've thought about what happened fifteen days ago. There were some misunderstandings, and it wasn't entirely your fault. But Ming Capital is, after all, the capital of the Federation. You suddenly came from the north; you had to give people time to prepare."

"How about... we retreat ten miles away first, and I'll personally arrange for someone to deliver a message to you: whoever you wish to see, the council will invite them, is that alright?"

Yun Jingheng laughed, "You think I need your council to invite Gu Yuena?"

"I just came to find someone. Seventeen Titled Douluo are blocking the entrance. What do you think I'm going to do? Bomb Ming Capital?"

Yun Jingheng scanned the people in front of the city, his gaze sweeping over them one by one, as if he were taking inventory of the Ming Capital's collection for the day.

"Bright Sun, Dark Emperor, Demon Zither, Begonia, Resisting Dragon, Thunderflame, Divine Sword, Gluttony..."

He read it softer and softer until he finally laughed at himself. "What? The Hall Master and Vice Hall Master of the War God Temple have brought all seventeen War Gods with them? Are you going to give me a welcome ceremony or set up a trap?"

No one answered him.

Only a few flags on the city wall fluttered in the wind.

Yun Jingheng raised his chin at Chen Xinjie and said, "I told you, I came to see Gu Yuena. If you don't believe me, you can send someone to the Spirit Pagoda right now to ask whether I made an appointment with her last night. If I, Yun Jingheng, were unreasonable, I wouldn't be standing here wasting my breath talking to you."

As he spoke, he patted the cloth bag in his hand. "See? I only brought a bag of pastries. Is this what you bring when you attack the city?"

Chen Xinjie glanced at the cloth bag, then at Yun Jingheng.

He really didn't want to admit it, but Yun Jingheng did indeed seem more like someone who was just visiting.

But these people have already revealed all their Soul Ring, so anything they say now would sound like a farce.

He forced a smile and said, "Then you shouldn't have come down from the sky without saying a word."

Yun Jingheng said, "I did."

Chen Xinjie was taken aback.

Yun Jingheng said, "I sent a letter to the Federation. Did you see it? What, is the airspace over Ming Capital now under your jurisdiction? Do you need a permit for the moon to pass through?"

Chen Xinjie's face turned pale and then flushed.

They sent it? Why didn't those bastards in parliament say anything?! They just let them come directly!

The surrounding Titled Douluo dared not utter a sound.

Some of them were of the same generation as Yun Jingheng's father, and some had even attended the Sea God Pavilion's meetings back then.

But Yun Jingheng, who was standing here at this moment, no longer needed to use seniority to suppress others.

The moment he spoke, the entire North Gate fell silent.

Yun Jingheng looked at Guan Yue and tentatively asked, "Or... do I have to demonstrate my strength?"

Chen Xinjie and Guan Yue looked at each other in bewilderment.

"No need... wait a moment, I'll go to the council to confirm."

Chen Xinjie flew in the opposite direction, making the situation even more awkward.

Yun Jingheng withdrew his gaze and looked at Guan Yue again.

Guan Yue was still standing at the very front of the seventeen Titled Douluo, her back taut.

Yun Jingheng, however, acted as if nothing had happened, taking two steps towards him and asking for directions as if he were at a market, "Uncle Guan, can I go to the Spirit Pagoda first? It's none of my business if you wait here for Chen Xinjie to return, right?"

Guan Yue's eyelids twitched.

But right now, Yun Jingheng didn't release any pressure or mention the Federation again, acting just like a junior visiting.

If he tries to stop him again, he will be at a disadvantage.

He lowered his voice, a hint of helplessness in it, and asked, "Do you really insist on going this way?"

"What else? I'm not here to see your War God Temple. You make way for me, I'll enter the city, and we'll all be fine."

Yun Jingheng spoke, he added, "Gu Yuena's tea should be brewed by now. If I don't go in soon, she'll think I was kidnapped on the way."

Guan Yue sighed.

He glanced back at the Titled Douluo behind him. Although they were still standing upright, some of the younger ones were clearly getting a little uneasy.

He waved to them, and the crowd stepped back a few paces to both sides, clearing the passageway to the north gate.

Do you know the way?

"Know."

The tea room on the top floor of the Spirit Pagoda was extremely quiet.

Gu Yuena stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her back to the sunlight streaming through the city.

A breeze drifted in through the half-open window, gently ruffling her silver hair that hung at her side.

She didn't look at the roads in the city; she kept her eyes closed.

Her divine sense had already spread out, and she could clearly "see" every figure, every Soul Ring, and every belated attempt to make way at the north gate of Ming Capital.

She could even hear the soft rustling of the ribbon and fabric corners rubbing against Yun Jingheng's bag of pastries.

And the sound of his shoes stepping on the stone slabs of the official road, neither too loud nor too soft, indicated that he was in a good mood.

She made a judgment and wasn't really angry, at least not yet.

Gu Yuena opened her eyes only after her divine senses confirmed that he had truly passed through the North Gate and walked onto the Central Axis Avenue Ming Capital.

She turned and walked back to the table, her skirt sweeping across the floor, creating a very light breeze.

A beautiful tea set was laid out on the table, the teapot lid was on, and she reached out and slowly lifted it.

The tea in the pot was warm and clear, but she neither called for help nor boiled water again.

She took out a small, transparent bottle from her sleeve, containing a single drop of extremely pale pink liquid.

She tilted the bottle opening.

A drop fell into the teapot.

Gu Yuena put the lid on the teapot.

She stood back by the window.

Downstairs, Yun Jingheng had already crossed the Central Axis Avenue.

His steps looked lazy, but he didn't deviate from the direction at all.

The Ming Capital arrogant guards of Mingdu dared to follow from a distance, as if afraid of losing them, yet also afraid of getting too close.

Gu Yuena watched, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.

She never liked waiting for people, but waiting for this person didn't seem slow to her at all.

"Xing Lan, oh Xing Lan..." she murmured.

Unconsciously, her fingertips twirled the empty bottle, a single drop of pale pink still clinging to its rim, shimmering gently in the light.

She put the bottle away, and as if lost in thought, the corners of her lips curved into a deeper smile.

"After all these years, you still haven't completely won him over... well, don't blame me then~ We can always be together~"