Boom!
Thunder roared and gang winds swept through.
At this moment, the entire Xianglu Mountain Range seemed to boil over, as numerous leaves danced wildly in the air. Some of them, swept up by the gang winds, were even effortlessly shredded to pieces.
In this quiet atmosphere, leaves continually fell, all appearing so tranquil, so exquisitely beautiful.
Within the Gallery of Shili, Fang Yang's black robe billowed, his gaze deep and abyss-like, almost capable of devouring everything.
Since his arrival in Chang'an, he had rarely taken action, and had never truly exerted his full strength.
Of course, there were some who lurked in darkness, coveting and hating him, setting up numerous schemes to eradicate him, but in the end, they were all effortlessly killed by him.
Just like the moat that surrounded Chang'an, there were no ripples, not even a slight wave stirred.
