The Torch flames writhed like mad serpents. Beside the Torch, Zhao Tianxiong had already believed Li Xuancang's account and intended to report Li Xuancang's situation to the Divine Dynasty.
"Lord Li, this matter has far-reaching consequences. I will report it to the Imperial Court. For now, stay in Chongzhou City!"
Li Xuancang's exposure of Ye Qingyun and the others, along with the hidden danger within the Torch, would stir up a raging storm in the Divine Dynasty.
The entire upper echelon had been shaken by a great earthquake. Whether Li Xuancang stayed or left had to be decided by the Imperial Court's highest authorities; Zhao Tianxiong had no authority to make arrangements for him.
Li Xuancang nodded faintly. When he had decided to seek out the Night Watchers, he had already expected this outcome.
Whoosh!
Just as Zhao Tianxiong was about to have Li Xuancang settled in, a figure flashed over and arrived before them.
The newcomer wore a black mage robe, with two crossed short swords engraved upon his chest. He radiated a frigid aura that warned strangers to keep away.
The moment he approached, everyone nearby changed expression.
Their bodies erupted with instinctive discomfort. Their hearts grew restless, their bodies felt abnormally miserable, and they subconsciously wanted to move away.
"Fellow Daoist Cui, you've come."
Suppressing his discomfort, Zhao Tianxiong clasped his hands toward the newcomer.
Cui Haoyuan's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's. He ignored Zhao Tianxiong and fixed his eyes on Li Xuancang, as though he wished to bore straight through him.
Sensing that scrutinizing gaze, Li Xuancang's eyes turned cold as his gaze collided with the man's.
The two stood with swords drawn and bows bent, and Zhao Tianxiong hurriedly eased the tension.
"Lord Li, this is Lord Cui Haoyuan of the Judgment Court."