Very soon.
Dongbo Xueying was allowed into Iron Dragon Prefecture. The estate was vast, and he walked through it under a guard's guidance.
"Hm?" The guard leading the way suddenly shuddered, then hurriedly bowed with utmost respect, not daring to raise his head.
Dongbo Xueying froze for a moment, then stopped and looked ahead.
Ahead, a plainly dressed man in a gray robe was strolling leisurely through the estate, admiring the scenery around him. The maidservants, guards, and everyone else nearby all kept their heads bowed, not daring to look up. This simply dressed gray-robed man appeared utterly ordinary, with no discernible unusual aura—but now that Dongbo Xueying's soul had reached such a level, his senses had become sharp beyond imagination...