Outside the cool pavilion, a vast Tianhe stretched far into the distance.
Beneath the sunlight, the surging waters of the Tianhe threw spray in all directions, each fleck of foam glinting with crystalline shards of light. From afar, it looked like a ribbon of white silk studded with broken diamonds lying across the horizon—romantic and beautiful, yet also carrying a vast, majestic might of heaven and earth that made the heart tremble.
Who knew how long Wang Shouzhe had already been waiting?
Suddenly—
Boom!
The Tianhe outside the pavilion was struck by Long Wuji's foot, and instantly shattered into a storm of rain that fell into the An River.
In the next instant—
Long Wuji landed outside the cool pavilion as lightly as if he were lifting nothing at all.
His posture was so relaxed, his expression so leisurely, it was as if he had merely done some trivial, insignificant thing.
Behind him, his two trusted subordinates, Jiang Yusong and the Third Boss Du Tiangang, also landed one after another—one civil, one martial, standing to Long Wuji's left and right behind him.
Long Wuji's long, narrow eyes swept over the scene, and their focus landed on Wang Shouzhe.
He immediately laughed heartily and said, "This must be the renowned Clan Head Shouzhe. I am Long Wuji, here at the clan head's invitation for a chat."
Wang Shouzhe rose, smiling as warmly as a spring breeze as he cupped his hands and said, "Great Boss Long and our honored guests have come from afar, bringing radiance to my humble Changning Guard. Shouzhe's gratitude is beyond words; I can only offer a few cups of Spirit Wine to welcome the Great Boss and honored guests, and wash away the dust of the road."
"This is my son, Zongan. Zongan, hurry and greet