A figure clad in golden armor hovered above the Imperial City, its breathtaking presence stirring the hearts of countless mortals.
Linghu Qingmo had been standing on a rooftop watching the show, but when he discovered that the Golden-Armored Divine Being descending from the sky was actually his own white-haired grandmaster stepping into the fray,
his gaze instantly turned reverent and worshipful, and he exclaimed in disbelief,
"Grandmaster?!"
Zhao Ling, too, had received divine power from an immortal who visited her dreams. Seeing Qixia True Person appear, her eyes filled with reverence as well. Jing Wuniang and the other guards from the Cinnabar Cauldron Sect hurriedly bowed in salute, all but crying, "Welcome back to the world, venerable ancestor!"
Although jokingly called a ruthless bandit no taller than a scallion, Qixia True Person only robbed evil fiends, heretics, and things bestowed by heaven. He was actually very loyal to friends and family. Otherwise, he would not have lent Zhao Ling his fortuitous opportunity, nor returned the Dragon Emperor and all the other Heavenly Treasures to Northern Zhou before the Goddess of War relinquished her mortal body in martyrdom, shedding a heap of little pearls in the process.
During the Witch Cult Rebellion, quite a few cultivators had benefited from Qixia True Person's kindness. Among them was Jiang Hehai, the ancestor of Jiang Family Fort.
In an unnoticed corner of the Inner City.
Over a hundred years old, Jiang Hehai sat in an aged teahouse, the six-foot Horse-Slaying Saber that had accompanied him all his life resting on the table. Through the swirling snow, he gazed at the golden armor at the edge of his vision, and the summit of the Heavenly Pavilion farther beyond. Though his bearing retained the composure and elegance befitting an overlord of the Eastern Sea, inside he