Cao Jinxing swiftly left the pavilion. He had no interest whatsoever in what those people were plotting.
Before he had enough strength, rashly getting involved in affairs far beyond his capabilities was pure suicide!
-Could a mere Tongyou cultivator like him possibly take part in something plotted by Faxiang half-immortals?
"Stealing my formation disk, then feeding me empty promises..."
The fine horse galloped down the official road.
On horseback, Cao Jinxing glanced back, committing the old man's appearance to memory.
Just you wait, you old bastard!
For the next five days, everything went as usual.
On the morning of the sixth day, Cao Jinxing returned to the Capital City. Standing before the Pacification Commission's Cinnabar Gate again, he felt as though a lifetime had passed.
"Lord Cao."
The guard on duty at the gate hurried over to salute him as soon as he saw him.
"Is Eldest Brother in the Inner Hall?"
Cao Jinxing handed him the reins.
The guard respectfully accepted them and answered, "The Pacification Commissioner is in the Inner Hall. He specifically instructed us that if you returned to the capital, you could enter without being announced."
"Good. Saves us the trouble."
Cao Jinxing glanced at the things on his horse. "Feed the horse, then get a few men to help bring that wine and meat to the Inner Hall."
"Yes, sir."
Cao Jinxing strode through the gate.
Behind him, the guard's face was full of admiration.
Who could have imagined that Cao Jinxing, a mere General Banner a few months ago, would have risen so far in just those few months? Not only was his martial skill exceptional and his position powerful, but he had recently all but wiped out the Bright Sect's leadership single-handedly!
Now, Cao Jinxing was not merely the youngest Qianhu in the