Just then, A Piao floated out of the hall at astonishing speed and said in a panic, "Sir, you can't leave me behind!"
As the next Nether Emperor, how could she dare stay alone in the Human Race's capital? Besides, she had suffered for years on Shangde Peak, and the mere sight of Yuan Qijing sent a chill through her whole body.
Lian Sanyue glanced at the little girl and asked, "Who is this one?"
Jing Jiu said, "My student. The youngest one."
Lian Sanyue pointed at Ping Yongjia, who was still sleeping soundly inside the Sword Railing, and asked, "What about this little fellow?"
Jing Jiu said, "I told you. My Closed-Door Disciple."
Lian Sanyue said, "Well, look at you. If only you knew how to be this flexible in other matters."
What matters?
Matters between men and women?
Neither A Piao nor Big One dared show any reaction.
The people inside the hall were even more silent, like cicadas in the cold.
Had Cold Cicada been there, he would certainly have played dead.
Even Yuan Qijing was playing dead.
Jing Jiu and Lian Sanyue left Chaoge City.
Watching the two figures disappear into the sky, countless people inside and outside the Imperial City knelt.
Swords littered the square, and clearing away the corpses and scraps of flesh was exceedingly troublesome too. It took the Divine Guard Army a full half day to restore some semblance of order, and they specifically found an abandoned palace to store the remains in, in case the Zhongzhou Sect demanded them later.
At dusk, the Enthronement Ceremony was formally held in the Imperial Palace. The palace walls, battered and broken by peerless experts, looked particularly bleak in the setting sun.
Yuan Qijing sat in the side hall with his eyes closed,