As though he had spent a month living in the mountains, the youth had an air so fresh and gentle that, for a moment, everyone almost suspected they had misheard Zhu Gaoyang's words about a "mortal enemy."
But the notorious name "Pei Ye," which rang in their ears like thunder, corrected that illusion.
Only Yuan Zhichao remained motionless, his head lowered as he rolled his wine cup between his fingers, as though lost in thought.
Ever since this youth had sat down here, Yuan Zhichao had felt his body stiffen and had grown quiet in word and deed. Someone sitting alone in a corner probably did not want his strength seen through, and would probably remember anyone capable of discerning his true capabilities.
But Yuan Zhichao really could not act naturally.
Because even from the corner of his eye, that direction was painfully dazzling. His intuition kept urging him to get away from a threat of this magnitude, forcing him to use True Qi to seal off his Sea Pupil.
Even counting the Heir Apparent Yong Ji he had just seen, there was no other sun in the entire Garden that blazed so fiercely.
And it seemed to be growing brighter every moment.
Chapter 779: Nether Immortal (Part One)
The streets of Chang'an were emptied as everyone poured out to join the crowds. In the latter half of March, with the Feather-Scale Trial close at hand, Divine Capital City was indeed growing livelier by the day.
Hard on the heels of news of the Heavenly Mountain Sword Banquet spreading through the Jianghu, invitations to Prince Yan's Heir's wedding arrived at the doors of the various households.
The reckless name of Pei Ye, who had stormed straight into Yunlang, was still shaking the Divine Capital when news of the Bright Sword