The Southern Border Front.
Nanyang Prince's Mansion.
Inside the familiar study.
Prince Nanyang and his master, Jiang Yuansheng, sat facing each other across a table. After receiving a message from Martial King Mountain, they both wore strange expressions.
"A Celestial Being reaching the summit of Wuliang Mountain... If Tianjing hadn't said it himself, I would never have believed it..."
Jiang Yuansheng, with his white hair and voluminous sleeves, stroked his beard, his eyes glinting. He still seemed to be reeling from the shocking news of Wu Dao's ascent.
"Right."
Thinking of something, Jiang Yuansheng's expression turned serious. "This matter must not be publicized. We have to suppress it to prevent the Central Plains from doing something desperate."
Being one step ahead makes you a genius.
Being a hundred steps ahead makes you a demon.
