Beiluo City…
Clad in a body of black armor with his knife, Lu Changkong stood upright, his waist as straight as a spear towering over the city wall.
Beside him, Luo Yue looked solemn. His squinted eyes were fixated on the end of the horizon outside the city.
"Old man, worried about Cheng Zi?"
Lu Changkong said as he turned his head and took a glance at Luo Yue.
Luo Yue's cold face remained solemn.
"He's come this far from being a mere soldier. I believe he has a clear idea."
"Furthermore, it is an honor for him to be able to die for Beiluo."
Luo Yue stated.
"With the emergence of the Immortal encounter, many parties, from philosophers and authors, county mayors, to the emperor and Imperial Advisor of the capital, have sent people to get their hands on it… This is a storm that has swept the entire Great Zhou Dynasty."
Lu Changkong remarked.
