In the blink of an eye, five months had passed.
Tang Hao finally stepped out of the bright moon Palace.
"Fellow Daoist, have you recovered?"
The nation protecting Saint flew over from the center of the Imperial City and said happily.
"I've recovered!"
Tang Hao smiled at him and nodded.
"That's good!" The nation protecting Saint laughed. Then, he frowned and said,"fellow Daoist, are you going out? You've just recovered, so why don't you take a break?"
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the sky above the Imperial City.
There, countless divine senses were lingering, constantly peeking at the situation in the city.
This situation had not stopped since the Heavenly King Dragon's attack. It had been even worse in the past few months, and there were many more powerful divine thoughts.
They were all on guard against fellow Daoist Tang, determined to contain him and prevent his rise.
