"My lord, Prince Wu Yuan arrived at the Barbarian Tribe Holy City four days ago."
"Qingyan... came to the Extreme Black Lands?"
A murmur followed, and as Qian Liang Cao lowered his eyes, he heard the rustling of scrolls being placed on the desk, and Marquis Wucheng's slightly aged voice carried a hint of contemplation:
"Is this matter related to the fluctuation of Origin Qi from underground that occurred a decade ago?"
Qian Liang Cao hesitated a moment before responding:
"This humble one does not know, but accompanying His Highness was a sanctified Barbarian King..."
Before he could finish,
a sudden deadliness swept through the tent, and the Bright Pattern Lamp flickered unpredictably.
Seeing this, Qian Liang Cao quickened his speech, not daring to beat around the bush:
