"Watt?!"
"A Mountain-Viewing Realm cultivator killed a Lamp-Lighting Realm one? Are you putting on some goddamn grand opera here?!"
The Demon-Suppression Guard delivering the message looked utterly wronged. "General Yue! Even if I had a hundred times the nerve, I wouldn't dare joke about a matter of such military and national importance..."
Yue Huaiyuan snatched the document from him.
His rough, massive hand was actually trembling.
His gaze swept across the scant few lines of writing.
He recognized every single word.
Yet strung together, they seemed utterly absurd.
Slowly raising his head, he looked at Wang Hong, who had also leaned in to read the letter.
Their gazes met in midair.
Each saw the confusion in the other's eyes.
"Old Wang..."
Yue Huaiyuan's voice was dry. "Are we... still asleep?"
Wang Hong said nothing.
He merely pinched his own thigh viciously.
The pain made him bare his teeth and grimace.
"Not dreaming..."
A Mountain-Viewing Realm cultivator killing a Lamp-Lighting Realm one?
Was that even human?
Since ancient times, the difference between realms had been like clouds and mud.
Between the Mountain-Viewing Realm and the Lamp-Lighting Realm lay an impassable chasm.
Yet today.
Someone had kicked that chasm flat with a single foot.
And.
She was a little girl not even twenty.
Xie Tinglan stared blankly toward the southern horizon.
He had already known how formidable Her Highness was back in Suzhou.
A few days ago, when he saw her sweep away a Demon Venerable with a single halberd, he had been struck dumb as if seeing a celestial being.
But no matter what, he had never imagined it.
That had merely been the beginning.
She had actually...
Slain a Demon Sage?
Could someone like her truly be contained by this mortal world?
Wind rose from the tips of duckweed.