Emperor Jing of the Great Qian Dynasty placed great importance on political maneuvering and concealed his thoughts deeply.
But at this moment, he had clearly lost his composure, his body slightly stiff and his steps disordered as he paced through the great hall.
After laying his plans in Qingliang Prefecture for so long, the Human Emperor Seal was within reach, and his heart had long been filled with longing.
But less than an hour remained before the contest ended. If things had gone smoothly for Zuo Xuan, victory or defeat should have been decided long ago. This delay could only mean that things were not progressing smoothly.
Emperor Jing stood hunched, his hands behind his back, tightly gripping each other.
A moment later, the imperial preceptor summoned the Celestial Surveillance Bureau Taoists, who set up the Water Reflection formation in the hall, making the scenery outside Canyon Pass appear before Emperor Jing like an image reflected on water.
He could see wounded soldiers throughout Canyon Pass, while mist had begun gradually closing in from both sides of the reflected view.
The contest was about to end, and the Small Secret Realm would close its gates.
After just one glance, Emperor Jing knitted his brows tightly. "Why are there so many ambushers in Canyon Pass?! And why are the soldiers' injuries roughly the same, all damage to the right kneecap? What... what exactly happened?"
The imperial preceptor also looked stunned and slowly shook his head. "Your subject cannot divine it either."
Black Cage Fortress-Star Gate.
Inside a dilapidated house on Cloud Summit, Landlord sat upright in a chair, dense bunches of keys hanging at his waist, his expression somewhat blank.
Not far away, the slow-witted Little Tudou walked over and asked softly, "Lord Landlord, do you care very much about