Those who could come to the Imperial Palace today would not lack martial arts proficiency. Even the top civil official possessed an unmatched, pure, and profound righteous aura, with extraordinary insight.
When the sound of sword ringing arose, the imposing sword Qi was instantly felt.
Changsun Nian's smile on the corner of his mouth slightly stiffened.
He turned to look at Wang Anfeng, seeing that figure clad in white resembling Wang Tiance of the past at a glance. But the hem of his clothes gently fluttered, encircled by astonishing sharp essence, sword Qi, and sword Intent, completely different from the weak scholar of those years.
Changsun Nian didn't sense any murderous intent or hostility, feeling slightly relieved, yet increasingly puzzled.
What does he intend to do?
