Marquis Dongling's Residence.
It was late at night.
Watching the direction in which Bai Li had disappeared, Jiang Ning withdrew his gaze.
Tonight's meeting had revealed that Bai Li of the Shangyang Immortal Sect was the Demon Kingdom's imperial princess, who inhabited the same world as him.
"Bai Li of Green Hill!" he murmured.
Yet his mind was retracing the conversation he had just had with Bai Li.
The Demon King, and Bai Li's purpose in coming to see him tonight.
I still can't believe everything he said. He came late at night, and he's the Demon Kingdom's imperial princess, a nine-tailed fox of Green Hill, only one step away from the Primordial Spirit realm, Jiang Ning told himself.
Then he steadied his mind.
He looked up again at the position of the bright moon overhead.
The moon had long since passed its zenith and was slowly sinking eastward.
It's no longer early-in fact, it's far too late. The court assembly begins at the hour of the Hare, and I need to leave well over half an hour beforehand. There's no point resting now! The thought crossed Jiang Ning's mind as he gazed at the radiant moon above.
He simply resumed practicing his swordsmanship.
The Grand Void Yin-Yang Sword was the highest-level cultivation art he currently possessed.
It also required the most experience points to advance.
That alone filled him with anticipation.
Once he advanced this art, it would surely take his strength a step further.
The more he learned about the world, the deeper his sense of awe became.
First-grade martial dao was not the true pinnacle.
Even someone as mighty as that Martial Saint, who had held the world beneath his might for over eight hundred years, faced things beyond his reach.
The existence of the Upper Three