West Sand Commandery.
Within a mountain valley.
As Jiang Ning's words fell, the valley abruptly became deathly silent.
The faint mist among the mountains lingered even beneath the afternoon sun.
Yellow Heaven Daoist stood atop the stone platform, his ocher Daoist robes fluttering gently in the breeze.
He looked calmly at Jiang Ning, then rose lightly into the air, moving without any wind, and slowly landed a little over ten feet before him.
At the same time.
The others in the valley had also risen.
They then retreated several steps.
They could see their cult leader's attitude.
By taking the initiative to descend from the high platform, he was showing this unexpectedly arrived Luo River King the respect due an equal.
That alone showed that, in their leader's eyes, this exceedingly young Luo River King was already an equal.
Not merely in status, but in strength, and worthy of equal respect.
At that moment, Jiang Ning glanced at Yellow Heaven Daoist before looking around.
He could sense the markings of a great formation spread beneath the valley.
The surrounding earth veins all converged on this valley.
"Your Highness, have you come in person to call me to account?" Yellow Heaven Daoist asked.
Jiang Ning shook his head. "Call you to account? I am not Ji Minghao. What standing would I have to do that? I am merely curious."
"What are you curious about, Your Highness?" Yellow Heaven Daoist asked.
"Your intentions, Cult Leader," Jiang Ning said, then continued, "Having reached your present heights, fame, rank, and riches are yours for the taking. But you still fall short of being able to overthrow the Great Xia Dynasty! Whether you live or die rests on a single thought from that man. And what you are doing now will expose countless impoverished people