Time slipped by, day after day...
In one more day, the emperor would leave the Imperial Capital...
To ensure the emperor's safety during his personal campaign, the army had begun moving toward the Balak Kingdom in successive waves from the very day Xue Qinghe announced his intention to lead it himself.
The troops would serve as the vanguard and help protect the emperor.
At the gates of the Prince of Wei's Residence...
An elderly man with gray-green hair approached slowly.
Though he looked advanced in years, his bearing was extraordinary. He carried an air of authority that marked him at a glance as someone of considerable standing.
Yet there was something unusual about that authority. It did not resemble the bearing of a man long accustomed to high office.
Those who had held power for years rarely showed such naked arrogance. They tended to seem approachable, though beneath that ease lay a trace of dominance that allowed no argument.
This old man's arrogance, by contrast, was plain to see. He might as well have written hard to get along with across his face.
He was Dugu Bo, who had made the journey from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Dugu Yan, meanwhile, had returned to Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Upon hearing that Jiang Mingyang might have lost his head and made a grave mistake, Dugu Bo had traveled a great distance to talk him out of it.
But when he reached the gate, Dugu Bo hesitated—a rare thing for him. He did not know what to say when he saw Jiang Mingyang.
Dugu Bo knew well that people with ambitions to rule the world were proud at heart, however gentle they might seem in company. Once they had settled on a course, they were difficult to dissuade.
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