Above the Imperial City.
A flying vessel arrived late, slowly pressing down through the clouds and hovering above everyone's heads.
Four people stood at its prow.
The handsome young man at the front was none other than Lu Changfeng.
Beside him stood the dark-faced hulking man, Niu Ben, as well as Zhou Xuan, who had never once removed his bamboo hat.
At the very back was the exquisitely carved child, Wang Ziyu.
Before the flying vessel had even settled.
Niu Ben's eyes had already widened round as he helplessly swept his gaze over Chang'an below.
The dense Killing Intent was not enough to leave him like this... Earlier, Jiang Yuechu had shaken everyone off and rushed to Chang'an alone. Most likely, something had happened in Chang'an.
And from the looks of things now, whoever had caused that upheaval had clearly already been dealt with...
What truly made his scalp tingle were the powerful auras throughout the city, utterly undisguised.
One, two, three...
There were actually no fewer than a dozen Tower-Climbing Realm auras entrenched around the Imperial City.
When he had come last time, though he had not stayed long, he had still roughly sensed the place.
In the vast city of Chang'an, even counting to the brim, there had only been two auras that made his heart tremble.
One of them had fucking been Jiang Yuechu.
The other had been ethereal and elusive, impossible to trace... At the time, he had assumed it was some Great Tang ancestor. Only later, from Wang Ziyu, had he learned that it was his master, Wu Shisan True Person.
But now...
A bold thought surfaced in his mind.
Was Great Tang playing the pig to eat the tiger?
Had it only now revealed its true foundations?
But... that was not right either!
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