"Thank you, sir. I'll bring it right up!"
Zhou Xun sat upright by the window, slowly savoring the food, though his mind was focused on the imperial city several thousand zhang away.
At this moment, the imperial city was shrouded by an evil formation. Today was the celebration for the Wu Tan Imperial Family's ancestral sacrifice.
Every member of the Wu Tan Kingdom's imperial clan had rushed over and was now proceeding along the avenue toward the imperial city.
At the western foot of the imperial city stood the ancestral temple of the entire Xiao imperial clan.
The current Wutan Emperor, Zhao Yinlong, hovered above the imperial city, his face deathly pale. Across from him sat a Black Robed Man, watching him with a sinister smile.
"Zhao Yinlong, do you see them? Every one of those below is from your Xiao clan. Today is the day I sweep them all into one net."
"Once they enter my Myriad Souls Banner, this old man will grind them down day and night, letting you enjoy yourselves properly!"
The Wutan Emperor looked at the men and women continuously streaming in below and shouted desperately, trying to stop them from entering.
Yet the area around the flying vessel had already been enclosed in a soundproof barrier by the black-robed evil cultivator. No matter how he shouted, his voice could not carry out.
On Jin Shui Bridge below, a young man clad in a dragon-patterned imperial robe strode proudly into the imperial city square, surrounded by stars paying homage to the moon.
Had Zhou Xun been there, he would have recognized him as the young nobleman he had encountered at the tea stall that day. He was the Second Prince of the Wu Tan Kingdom.
"Haha, that appears to be Xiao Feng, the second son