West of the city wall.
Commandant [He Yang] stood atop the wall, his gaze as still as undisturbed water. A faint flame reflected in his eyes as he watched the silent battle between Celestial Persons within the city.
"Extraordinary indeed... which fellow Daoist's pawn is he? Let me calculate..."
A mighty power quietly descended upon [He Yang]. He divined Zhang Yuan's karmic ties, flashes of understanding passing through his eyes.
"His true birth name is Zhang Yuan, a man from beyond the heavens, blessed with fortune."
"Hmm? What do these eighteen digits mean? He ended up with the Eastern Bian Li Clan, his romantic ties are tangled and complex, and... the True Lord behind him is..."
"To think he's connected to that one... very well. Let me see how far that one has already gone."
[He Yang] stopped his calculating fingers just in time, his brows lifting slightly. Then he pointed gently at Sun Wulie, who had briefly regained his senses within the city, and a faint spark appeared.
Liu Zezheng, don't you wish to become emperor and attain the rank of True Lord? Very well, then. I shall lend you another hand.
Having done all this, [He Yang] had intended to watch the show a little longer, but surprise soon flickered in his eyes.
"Oh? A guest has arrived. Well, with a friend coming from afar, I should go receive them first."
[He Yang] murmured to himself. The faint flame reflected in his eyes went out, and a True Lord's divine consciousness quietly departed.
"Huh? Why am I here? Never mind. Nothing's happening tonight. Time to go back to sleep."
He Yang scratched his head, thoroughly puzzled.
Sun Wulie regained his senses for an instant and whipped his head toward Liu Zezheng, his gaze savage.
Liu Zezheng inwardly