Some of them had rushed here from outside Dragon Capital.
But most were peerless experts hidden within Dragon Capital itself.
Some stood together in twos and threes, gazing at that tornado and discussing it animatedly; some, like Jiang Feng and the female Innate, acted alone, guarding a chosen spot, observing every movement at Zhenbei Prison from afar.
"These people must have caught wind of something, that's why they've come for the spectacle—especially those experts within the Imperial City. Maybe they know why the Emperor entrusted Zhenbei Prison to the Yun Gui Sect."
"Might as well listen in on what they're saying."
Jiang Feng thought to himself.
He then sat cross-legged atop the pavilion.
Activating his Tai Chi Longevity Skill, he erased all traces of his aura, as if blending perfectly into the night, becoming just a wooden post atop the pavilion, letting his perception move with the Power of Heaven and Earth sucked over by the tornado.
