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At this moment, in the far north of the Yunhuang, on the territory of the Green Clan, a dark shadow descended silently. It was a dark figure draped in a black cloak, descending out of thin air and landing soundlessly in the Inner Palace of the Green King.

A cold moon was suspended in the sky above the royal palace, clear and bright. However, the moment the figure appeared, the entire Inner Palace magically turned dark, as if a huge cloud had swept across the sky and obscured the moonlight.

“Lord Wise,” the woman following him whispered, “we have not yet informed the Green King.”

The dark shadow ignored her, still walking straight inside, not stopping for a moment. The Saintess of the Ice Clan could only follow closely behind, not daring to utter another word to dissuade him.

In this world, who could stop Lord Wise?

On that day, when he saw through the water mirror that the ten wizards had joined forces at the top of Meng Hua Peak to besiege the Great Priest of Kongsang, only to return in defeat, the Lord Wise was expressionless, clearly not surprised by the matter – yet, the moment he glanced up and beheld the starry night sky, he uttered a muted exclamation!

That exclamation of surprise represented a surprise that was never seen before.

Regardless of what he saw in the celestial landscape, the Lord Wise did not wait for the return of the Ten Wizards, but personally guided the group from the Western Sea and arrived at the Yunhuang Wilderness all the way to find the Green King.

Yet unexpectedly, their group did not see any army sent by the Green King to receive them at the ColdHorn Cape. When she wondered if the situation inside Kongsang had changed again, the Wise Lord led them straight to this place without saying a word.

It was a dark night in the Green King’s palace, and the security was extremely tight. The guards were oblivious to the fact that the Wise One was walking past them, and their swords start to fall one by one, as if blinded and hypnotized by an irresistible force.

“The place of the King of the Six Clans is so poorly protected.” Having walked all the way to the Green King’s chambers, the Wise Lord finally spoke, but in a sophisticated tone, “Is there no one else left in Kongsang at this time?”

As the words left his mouth, the Saintess behind him suddenly uttered a shout of alarm.

Under the dim moonlight, the courtyard in front of them appeared to be lush with blossoms and foliage, but was shrouded in blood. There was not a single living soul in the courtyard where the Green King lived – blood slithered out from the mountain of corpses, crawling around like serpents in the moonlight and gradually spreading to the feet of the unwelcomed guests.

The bodies were already piled up inside, but the guards outside were oblivious about that fact beyond the wall!

That assassin, what kind of an advanced expert was he?

However, seeing such a situation, the Wise Lord emitted a muffled laugh instead, “It seems that someone has arrived ahead of us…”

He walked silently into the courtyard and scanned the corpses. The bodies were in various states of demise, stacked on top of each other. The Wise One just glanced at them and pronounced a familiar string of names, “Sunset Arrow, Blast of the Wind, Shield of Golden Soup… um, and Heavenly Punishment?”

He paused, “The level of seniority is very high…”

“Lord Wise, the Green King it looks like he has…” The Saintess of the Ice Clan was just about to say something when she saw the black cloak fluttering, and the Wise Lord had already disappeared from sight.

The Saintess of the Ice Clan hurriedly followed the Wise Lord into the deepest part of the King’s Palace, yet as soon as her body moved, a white light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, cutting down like a thunderbolt and exploding into full bloom!

She subconsciously dashed forward, exclaiming, “My lord be careful!”

In that instant, she saw the Wise Lord raise his hand from under his black robe and grasp it in the air.

The thunderbolt vanished in an instant!

“Help!” A voice raised from the deepest part of the palace in that moment, coming from someone who had been knocked to the ground – a man dressed in the garb of a flamboyant vassal king, wearing a cloak and covered in blood, was struggling defiantly to crawl through the mass of corpses: “Someone… there are assassins! Help… help!”

However, as soon as he moved, an echoing chain of purple light suddenly appeared in the void, like a barrier unfolding swiftly. The Green King fell back with a scream, unable to move from the ground.

“Not bad,” the Wise One nodded slightly as he gazed at the man standing in the darkest part of the Green King’s palace, and uttered a low, vague assertion, “it is surprising that someone can still perform this ‘brocade shield’ magic spell.”

He raised his head and stared at the old man who appeared in the farthest reaches of the royal palace, “You are?”

Across the court opposite to the Wise Lord, an old man in black robes planted a foot on the struggling Green King, raised his head and looked at this uninvited guest who had rushed in, his eyes gradually coalescing, holding a black jade slip in his hand, and spoke in a deep voice: “The Great Master of Kongsang: Yuan Jue, by order of the Emperor, has come here to kill the traitor!”

“The Grand Master?” The wise man’s eyes shone slightly in the depths of his black cloak when he heard this name, “Not bad… looks like there is still some talent in Kongsang these days.”

The Grand Master frowned and looked at this unexpected visitor: “Who are you, visitors?”

“Who am I? Hahaha… You are the Grand Master and you are actually asking me this question?” The Wise Lord suddenly burst out laughing – the laugh was very eerie, as if coming from the deepest corners of the long night, with a hint of arrogance and desolation, yet full of murderous aura.

A chill swept through the heart of Da Si Ming as he glanced down from the corner of his eye at the Green King on the ground.

“Help… Lord Wise!” In that moment, the dying Green King let out a cry of terror towards the intruder, with a horrified voice, “Help… help!”

Lord Wise? The Grand Master’s heart was startled: could it be that the black-robed person in front of him, whom unexpectedly came into the scene, was actually the legendary mysterious master of the Cangliu Empire?

The Grand Master’s mind whirled and instantly flipped his wrist, snapping his fingers at the Green King – yes, since a formidable enemy was now involved, he must kill first the intended target!

However, as soon as he moved his wrist, an extremely powerful force suddenly struck him from the void, blocking his blow.

“Since you are the Grand Master of Magic, you must be considered the Supreme Magician of Kongsang nowadays, is that right?” The Wise One gazed at the white-haired old man in the deepest reaches of the royal palace and spoke one word at a time, “Then let me see, how good is the current number one person of Kongsang? Don’t disappoint me, Grand Master of Kongsang…”

How could the Grand Master disappear without a message once he was gone?

At the highest point in Yunhuang, on the throne of the Purple Palace, Shi Ying pushed aside the case full of imperial records and let out a weary sigh – it turned out that being an emperor above all others was even more painful than cultivating. Every day, he had to wake up at sunrise and work until midnight, almost without any rest.

If he only knew this, he would have never agreed to sit in this position in the first place…

However, at the thought of the Grand Master, Shi Ying’s eyes darkened for a moment: not long ago, the Grand Master went on a mission to assassinate the Green King in the territory of the Green Clan in Jiuyi County, in order to stop the civil unrest in Kongsang. However, no more news had reached him for half a month.

It was reasonable that he should take the initiative to contact the Grand Master – yet strangely enough, in his heart he vaguely did not want to speak to the man.

Shi Ying’s eyes grew sullen as he stroked the imperial ring and contemplated.

That old man, who had been his childhood guardian, who had accompanied him through his years of solitude, who had taught him all kinds of knowledge, who could be said to have replaced his father’s role in this life – but that same old man, whom he had once admired so much, was now, to his surprise, gradually reaching the point where they could not coexist.

That elder teacher, to his surprise, has tried to manipulate his life!

After pondering for a moment, Shi Ying finally sighed, pushed aside the imperial records and left the Purple Palace, arriving at the temple on top of the White Tower of Jialan.

He changed into his magic robes, approached the Twin Gods and opened the water mirror – now that he was the emperor of Kongsang, he could no longer act according to his personal whims, let alone act out of impulse. In any case, he should contact the Grand Master for a moment to see how the situation in the north was faring.

As his hands joined together, Shi Ying began to cast the spell of the water mirror.

Under the spell, a thin layer of water in the bronze mirror rippled without wind, awakening under his hands, then the ripples gradually subsided, and the clear, shallow surface opened up to the other side, reflecting another dimension – yet strangely enough, after a good quarter of an hour, no image appeared in the water mirror!

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