Dusk was approaching.
Inside Yan-Qiao Pass.
At Prince Gao's Residence's Other Courtyard.
Li Xiangyun sat cross-legged on a jade-colored meditation cushion, her face slightly pale.
Wang Ba and Zhao Feng stood before the steps, their expressions respectful.
"I understand your intentions, but there is no need for you to fight the enemy yet. Just stay at the residence and cultivate with peace of mind."
Although the situation was critical, Li Xiangyun remained warm and approachable toward Wang Ba and Zhao Feng.
At the same time, she displayed tremendous resolve and confidence.
"As you command, Martial Aunt."
Wang Ba wore a respectful expression.
That battle just now had unwittingly changed his opinion of the High King's Princess Consort.
Previously, he had felt that although she was a Nascent Soul cultivator, she merely served the High King with her beauty. Though he feared her cultivation, he had not respected her as a person.
But the battle just now had shown him that she was not the decorative vase he had imagined, but someone with genuine ability.
No wonder the High King had felt comfortable personally entrusting her alone with guarding the gateway to the Yan Kingdom.
This was not merely trust in the loyalty of her own family, but also recognition of her strength and ability.
Neither dared take up any more of Li Xiangyun's time. Cultivators of all kinds already crowded outside Prince Gao's Residence's Other Courtyard; her making time specifically to receive them was already a tremendous courtesy.
Outside the courtyard, Wang Ba also spotted Yan Qing of Returning Wind Valley, as well as another familiar face.
"Brother Wen?"
Amid the crowd stood a blue-robed cultivator whose arms reached past his knees, his face seemingly hewn with blade and axe.
On his blue robes, however, the emblem of Danlong Gate