That night.
Zeng Anmin's gaze was profound as he looked ahead.
Up ahead, the Great Sage Dynasty's envoy delegation, led by Bai Ziqing, was traveling farther and farther away.
He trailed them from a distance, solemnity flickering across his plump face.
They were currently within the Great Jiang Dynasty's borders, near the Shouyang Mountain Range by the frontier.
Mountain roads were difficult to travel at night.
Bai Ziqing ordered the envoy delegation to camp where they were.
Zeng Anmin folded his arms and leaned between the trees, a foxtail grass stem clamped between his teeth.
His eyes were filled with thought.
"Right now, if I want to get close to Bai Ziqing, I can only make use of Zeng Anmin's identity."
"With how I look now, Bai Ziqing would never agree to see me."
His voice mingled with the murmuring insects in the forest.
"Whoosh!"
An almost imperceptible sound rang beside his ear.
Zeng Anmin's ears twitched slightly.
Then he abruptly turned around.
The next instant, his expression became strange.
"Raising my sword, I laugh long and roam the four seas! My bold heart swallows the universe, my hero's bones endure wind and frost!"
Dressed in white.
With a Three-foot Green Edge in hand.
A figure stood firmly atop the slender branches before Zeng Anmin.
The figure swayed with the wind.
A cold expression rested upon his face.
"You have followed my Great Sage Dynasty's envoy delegation all the way."
"And you wish to see this official."
"What purpose do you harbor?"
As he spoke.
Bai Ziqing's imposing aura grew heavier and heavier.
In only a few moments.
Zeng Anmin felt as though the air around him had turned viscous.
A Fourth Rank Martial Artist was still far stronger than a Fifth Rank Martial Artist.
Zeng Anmin took a deep