With the decision made, everyone naturally obeyed and set about making preparations. After all, the Imperial Grandson's ceremonial escort was no trifling matter.
Su Ziji swept his gaze over the scene before letting it settle on the courtyard. The rain had lightened a little earlier, but now the clouds rolled dark and heavy, thunder crashing one peal after another. Rain pattered down, drowning the entire Capital City beneath a curtain of water.
"If the Young Dragon's Dragon Procession had not come here, where would such a good opportunity have arisen?"
Su Ziji stood beneath the eaves. The rain blown over by the wind could not splash onto his body. He merely stood there in silent contemplation, gazing up at the sky.
Even Wild Daoist, whose long robe was half soaked by the rain mist driven beneath the eaves, stood utterly still as well. His eyes were closed and his face tilted toward the heavens, as though he were praying in silence.
Only after a long while did he look at Su Ziji, inwardly startled.
He knew that his lord cultivated Daoist Arts and martial arts, but he had never known his lord's realm. Now that the map had been unrolled and the dagger revealed, he finally understood how shockingly extraordinary it was.
"My lord's martial arts are truly unfathomable!"
Yet in Wild Daoist's eyes, such a great undertaking did not depend on that. He said at once, "Your Highness, Heaven has witnessed your devotion. But if you stand beneath these eaves too long, you will catch a chill. Please return indoors and wait. Even being rained on a moment less is worth it... There are still so many great matters awaiting you in the future. Not the slightest negligence can be tolerated!"
Su Ziji nodded, yet did not move. Wild