Have me use Spirit Walking Through the Netherworld? Ding Songyan agreed, having some idea of what this was about.
As a guard of the Prince's Residence, this was part of his duty.
Surely he could not have the steward invite people from the Martial Prohibition Bureau, or the martial artists under its control?
Although the Prince's Residence did not consider the Xiaoming Sect one of its own, but rather a collaborator, it was still better than outsiders. Its reputation was also excellent, making it trustworthy.
Ding Songyan followed Peng Jushan through the winding paths of the Prince's Residence, arriving at a rather secluded courtyard.
A figure stood inside, dressed in the guards' dark red everyday uniform tinged with blue. He was powerfully built, though a little bloated, with red markings scattered across his face, neck, and the backs of his hands. His eyebrows slanted upward, his nose was bulbous, and his mouth protruded slightly.
"Commander Han, this is Ding Songyan of the Xiaoming Sect." Peng Jushan bowed to the man in the courtyard.
Commander Han? Putting the title together with his appearance, Ding Songyan immediately knew who the man before him was:
Han Shun, commander of the guards and one of Prince Kang Hong Jingyuan's four closest confidants. He practiced the Golden Fortress Divine Art, which rendered him impervious to blades and spears, unharmed by thunderbolts.
The martial arts of these Martial Grandmasters raised by the Prince's Residence itself generally fell into three categories: first, the Golden Fortress Divine Art, which placed greater emphasis on the individual; second, the Accumulated Waters Divine Art, which originated in the military; and third, the hereditary martial arts of the Hong family disciples. Han Shun, for instance, had followed Hong Jingyuan since he first received the title of Prince Kang, spending fourteen years advancing