Celestial Palace City Wall.
As Jiang Ning's words fell.
All the soldiers seemed to wake from a dream, their eyes regaining clarity, with expressions mixed with bewilderment and the heart-pounding relief of surviving a disaster.
The next moment.
A figure appeared silently on the city wall.
He wore a dark dragon robe, a jade belt around his waist, with a tall and slender build, a handsome face, exuding a faint aura of calmness and tranquility between his brows.
The visitor was none other than Jiang Ning.
It was as if he had always been there, unnoticed until he spoke, awakening everyone to his presence.
At this moment.
Jiang Ning stood with his head lowered, looking at the figure in the purple-red monk's robe three miles ahead, a flicker of emotion in his eyes.
From the commotion just now, he could plainly feel the immense strength of this North Barbarian State Preceptor's spirit.
It gave him a feeling of competing with the heavens.
