Everyone in the Jiang Family stared at the heap of minced flesh on the ground. None of them had ever seen martial arts so bizarre and domineering.
Third Lord Jiang had died without an intact corpse. To many, this was a gratifying thing, but to the Jiang Family, the very sky had collapsed. Whole, Third Lord Jiang had wielded power over court and country; minced, he did not even merit a second glance from the Empress.
Everyone knew one thing: at court, there was probably no one left who could stand against the Empress-
Someone suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I heard-"
He immediately realized that no one was looking at him, as though he had never spoken, or did not even exist.
Because at this point, no earth-shattering news could do any good, unless Third Lord Jiang, their old patriarch, could come back to life.
After leaving Chang'an, Wang Chong suddenly realized that he was actually on his own!
He really had hardly ever been alone. When he had transmigrated here, he had at least had Tie Mingzhu wriggling on the ground!
Then he had been with Chu Qiuzi, then with Su Luoyan, and after that, troops had accompanied him wherever he went.
Now that he was suddenly alone, he really was not used to it.
Wang Chong thought, Was Teacher a little too anxious? Neither Teacher nor I exposed our identities. Staying in Chang'an should have been fine.
Forget it. I'll wait a while for Sister Su.
When Wang Chong left the city, he had brought nothing with him-not a single weapon, not even a single coin. Ever since conquering his first territory, he had rarely carried money. He could practically claim, "I don't like money at all."
After all, everything the Wind-Treading Cavalry and the Tailwind