Song Wen flashed and appeared above the border town.
He looked down at the luxurious buildings below and casually waved his hand.
In an instant, the roof of the grandest building, spanning nearly an acre, was ripped away in its entirety. It shrieked through the air, eventually becoming a black speck that vanished beyond the distant horizon.
Inside the building, dozens of people who had been discussing the Heavenly Jade Dynasty's grand plans for the future were all dumbstruck by this earth-shattering change. They looked up in unison at Song Wen, who slowly descended and hovered above the remaining roof beams.
"Imm... Immortal Master!"
On the high platform at the northern end of the hall, a man seated upon a dragon-carved throne abruptly rose to his feet and cried out in alarm.
The man appeared to be in his forties or fifties. He wore a black robe embroidered with golden dragons in gold thread.
"Greetings, Immortal Master! You have honored us with your presence, yet we failed to welcome you from afar. We beg the Immortal Master's forgiveness." The black-robed man hurriedly bent at the waist, cupped his fists, and bowed to Song Wen.
"Greetings, Immortal Master!"
Scattered voices of greeting soon rang out in the hall as the others paid their respects to Song Wen.
Song Wen lowered his eyelids slightly and looked at the black-robed man, speaking in an indifferent tone.
"You are the emperor of the Heavenly Jade Dynasty—Zhao Tiancheng?"
"Reporting to the Immortal Master, this emperor... I am Zhao Xuanming. Zhao Tiancheng was my great-grandfather, and he rode the crane west fifty-five years ago," the black-robed man said.
"He has been dead for more than fifty years?" Song Wen seemed somewhat surprised. "Then answer me this. Zhao Tiancheng once sent someone named Zhao Hou to the