The person on the right was a middle-aged man.
He wore a white robe, his long hair tied up in a bun behind him.
Seated atop a bluestone, his white robe covered the entire stone, and a faint pressure emanated from his gaze.
"The cult has not been peaceful lately," the Old Man in Green Robe said with a smile, setting down a black piece.
"Nothing but drawing legs on a snake," the Man in White Robe snorted coldly.
"You know about Tian'an City?" the Old Man in Green Robe asked with a smile.
"With such a huge commotion, it would be hard not to know," the man in a white robe said with a slight frown.
"Now that the Phoenix Perch Empire is on guard, their pursuit of our followers has become even fiercer."
"You will get used to it. But how should those people be dealt with?
It will not benefit us if they are escorted to the imperial capital," the Old Man in Green Robe said blandly.
"Every step is crucial now. There can be no mistakes."
"What does Elder Qing have in mind?" the man in a white robe asked thoughtfully.
"Make sure they never reach the capital," the Old Man in Green Robe said with a beaming smile as he set down the piece in his hand.
"I have my own plans," the man in a white robe said, shaking his head slightly.
Fengming City lay north of Tian'an City.
It was said that after the Divine Phoenix of old succeeded in crossing its tribulation, it flew here, cried out sharply three times, and finally shed its mortal form to become an immortal.
That was how the legend went.
Thus, when the Phoenix Perch Empire was founded, this place was named Fengming City.
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