Clouds unfurled and gathered on the horizon, and golden dawn spilled over Dragon Gate Cliff and the heads of thousands of martial artists.
A family of three from Liangzhou stood at the window of an inn in the city. Jiang Zhawu watched the martial artists fighting beneath the cliff with his arms folded, while his wife held their plump daughter and complained softly:
"Why are there so many people? Even the rooftops are packed. This building won't collapse, will it?"
"Daddy, when is that handsome big brother coming?"
"What handsome big brother? You should call him the Tianlang King..."
Jiang Zhawu's wife was the daughter of the Northwestern Royal Court's Old State Preceptor. After the Western Sea Tribes reunited, the aged Old State Preceptor had not returned, but many of the tribespeople who had accompanied him had gone home. In a sense, Jiang Zhawu counted as half a son-in-law of the Yechi Tribe.
Jiang Zhawu had originally been helping fight in the Western Sea, but after Ye Jingtang defeated Xiang Hanshi and the Empress and the others returned to the capital, he guessed that the jianghu was about to see its sun and sky replaced. He had therefore hurried back as well, ready to witness the grand spectacle the jianghu had awaited for a hundred years.
Although he had entered the Imperial Court's service, Jiang Zhawu did not know Ye Jingtang's whereabouts either. Only after hearing about last night's incident at the Seven Profound Sect did he guess that Ye Jingtang had arrived, so he had come early to wait beneath Dragon Gate Cliff for him to appear.
There was no actual fighting platform beneath Dragon Gate Cliff, only a narrow path up the mountain. However, the jianghu people who had settled here had deliberately cleared a patch of