The Night King looked much as he always had, richly dressed and composed, his bearing displaying all the grandeur of a titan.
Only his expression was somewhat dark, leaving others unable to tell whether he was displeased or simply unfathomably calculating.
The Night King had long since learned the full story of the Past King's affair, but only through an official briefing routinely sent to him after repeated discussions within the Alliance.
Now that he had been banished to the frontline, far from Cloud Summit Peak, the seat of the Alliance's power, he found himself somewhat out of touch.
His disciples and subordinates stationed at Cloud Summit Peak could do nothing about it either. The Mian Mountain Sacred Palace's foundations were simply too shallow. Its palace master was now in the Zhilin World, as were capable disciples such as Ye Tong and Kong Cheng. When it came to affairs back home, they truly had the will but not the strength.
What made him even angrier, yet left him helpless, was that the Alliance had seized the opportunity to assign him the task of dealing with enemy powerhouses. He could only accept it passively.
He still remembered a night several months earlier, on the day the Past King's affair had been made public. He had been sitting in quiet meditation at the Forward Camp on the surface when the moonlight suddenly warped, forming a young figure in the inner courtyard of his refined lodge.
"Fang Qianyuan?" The Night King was startled inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged as he rose and asked, "What brings you here so late at night, Venerable Fang?"
Fang Qianyuan said, "I have come concerning the earlier matter involving Ye Tianming."
The Night King said with displeasure, "Hasn't that matter already been put behind us? I no