"I shall take my leave."
Wei Jin respectfully completed his bow, then followed Su Zixuan out of the hall.
Only after passing through the final formation gate outside the main hall did Wei Jin let out a long breath.
This assignment had been fucking difficult.
With this lord's current cultivation, battle record, and standing, if he felt wronged and had casually given Wei Jin a few punches, slaps, or spear thrusts just now, Wei Jin could only have taken them.
No one would have sought justice for him, either. People might even have applauded if he had been beaten to death. He had not even dared breathe heavily just now.
He was merely a Subordinate Third Rank Junior Director of Ceremonial.
The other man was a First-Class Duke, ranked tenth on the Heavenly Gang Ranking, who had just slain a foreign Spirit Transformation cultivator for Great Jin.
At that thought, only one notion remained in Wei Jin's mind.
Getting out in one piece and completing the assignment-how wonderful. Being alive was wonderful.
And I even spoke up for His Eighth Highness. Better still-I exceeded the assignment!
As for everyone else, whoever they were, they could do whatever the hell they liked.
And just as Wei Jin fled Yanmen Pass as though running for his life, rejoicing that he had finally survived to report his assignment complete, far away in the Southern Borderlands, hundreds of millions of miles distant, another great battle capable of reshaping thousands upon thousands of miles of landscape had already raged for three full days.
Outside Heavenly Abyss Pass, deep within the million mountains.
The vast mountain range that had once stretched for thousands of miles had long since vanished from the earth, leaving only an enormous, unfathomably deep basin.
There was no rubble in the