Watching his subordinate fly toward the neighboring county, Zhang Poyue drew a deep breath and unleashed Tongue Blossoms Thunder with all his strength. With his abilities, his voice could have carried a thousand li, but under the suppression of the Sacred Way Chaos Clouds, it traveled only fifty.
The scholars beside Zhang Poyue sighed. The Western Sea Dragon Sage had probably anticipated this long ago.
"From this moment on, no one is to use the power of their Official Seal!" Fang Yun announced through Tongue Blossoms Thunder.
The officials did not understand why, but they obeyed.
The eyes of Zhang Poyue and several other deeply experienced scholars, however, lit up as though filled with anticipation.
Before Fang Yun reached the northern city wall, a voice rang out through Tongue Blossoms Thunder above the southern part of the city.
"Peng Zouzhao of the Wu Kingdom has come to aid you in battle!"
Fang Yun turned to look and saw Peng Zouzhao standing atop a white cloud, dressed in the White-Clad Ink Plum Garment, his two armless sleeves fluttering in the wind.
The Sacred Way Chaos Clouds pressed down, plunging Ning'an City into darkness, but with Night Vision, Fang Yun could still see Peng Zouzhao's resolute face. His empty sleeves did not diminish his imposing presence in the slightest. Instead, they gave him a spirit that even those with all four limbs could never possess.
Fang Yun could not help recalling their encounter in the Heavenly Tree. Although Peng Zouzhao was close to the Zong Family and had received Saint Zong's assistance, he had wanted Fang Yun to escape first in the Heavenly Tree. And now, he was once again the first person from the Sacred Academy to come to his aid.
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