Nine-layered Pavilion.
A young man stood at the railing, gazing at the distant contours of the Imperial Palace, with its high, sloping eaves, his eyes as calm as an abyss.
"Human Dao's fortune..." he murmured softly.
At this moment.
His body suddenly shook, and he turned back slowly.
Ahead, there stood a man, clad in a long robe, on the Nine-layered Pavilion, fluttering with the wind, making a rustling sound.
"King Luoshui?" the young man spoke slowly, his expression not showing any panic.
"It is I!" Jiang Ning nodded.
"I am very curious, how do you know of my existence?" the young man asked.
"Your level is too low to understand my state." Jiang Ning replied.
Hearing these words, the young man's eyes slightly tightened, his face showing slight emotion, and the fists hidden under his robe clenched tightly, knuckles turning white.
Such an evaluation placed upon him, he never expected.
Too low a level?!!
What kind of person is he?
