Chi Qinghu's words had expressed his resolve, but what he had said earlier had also revealed his confidence.
"Is that so?"
Yi Shuyuan smiled and pointed toward the distant temple square.
"Then here's your chance."
"What? Han Shiyong is here? Shouldn't he be in the imperial palace in the Capital City?"
Chi Qinghu sprang to his feet and stared wide-eyed at the distant temple. Inside, numerous dignitaries were bowing toward the Ritual Altar under the guidance of white-robed Daoists, thanking Heaven for granting rain.
While Chi Qinghu was still puzzling over this, a distinctively dressed Daoist emerged from the temple. Even from this distance, he could see that the man's robes were black at their base, embroidered with white cranes and adorned with numerous crane feathers.
In the entire White Feather Way, only one person could wear that black Magical Garment with its standing cranes!
As the Daoist emerged in the distance, the dignitaries inside the temple gathered around him, like tiny silhouettes clustering in one place.
"It really is him! It really is him! That fiend actually came to Luoqi Prefecture City! It seems the Zhao Household's information really was true!"
Chi Qinghu grew visibly agitated, anger and murderous intent flashing through his eyes.
At that moment, as though sensing the murderous intent from afar, the Daoist in black crane-patterned robes inside the White Feather Way's temple suddenly looked up toward the distance, interrupting the flattery surrounding him.
Despite the distance, Han Shiyong's keen eyesight picked out the figures on the distant pavilion roof almost instantly.
Seeing that change in the distance, Chi Qinghu felt that their eyes had met, even across that vast gap. Warning bells abruptly rang in his heart!
This was the kind of danger he felt only when facing the very greatest masters of the