Within the Ring Hall high above the city-domain, Zhang Yu suddenly felt a stir in his heart. Divine light flickered faintly in his eyes as he looked toward the distant reaches beyond the domain. He saw a force of spiritual power, strong enough to be called formidable, racing toward Sleeping Foothill City-Domain. Its intent and aura were being vented outward without the slightest restraint, as if afraid others would not know its target.
After watching for a while, he withdrew his gaze and returned to deep meditation.
Judging by the level of this person's spiritual power, he was sufficient to rival an ordinary Profound Venerable. However, the city had long prepared countermeasures, so there was no need for Zhang Yu to intervene.
Inside another Ring Hall, after Zhu Zonghu had refused King Xi's conscription, his heart had remained taut these past several days. He could only keep dealing with official matters to divert his attention.
Clear footsteps sounded outside the hall. Daoist Wang came before him and, after bowing, said, "Protector, the floating markers have detected an enemy approaching. If his speed does not change, he will reach us in about half a quarter-hour."
Although Sleeping Foothills had not built a Creation Sunstar and thus had no direct exchange of information with the Hao Clan's other city-domains, it did possess airborne floating markers refined by cultivators.
These objects were extremely sensitive to spiritual power. When one moved, all moved, transmitting the disturbance like waves. By arranging them at suitable intervals according to the sequence of their tremors, they could effectively monitor an enemy's arrival from afar and gauge their speed, allowing the city to make preparations in advance.
For some reason, Zhu Zonghu's heart instead settled at this moment. He nodded and said, "He has finally come. Now we shall