Jiang Wang gripped Feng Ming in one hand as he walked, stepping on Qingyun clouds.
As he hastened along, he casually hurled out exploding Flame Sparrows, creating loud blasts in the high skies over Yong Country's capital to draw the attention of powerful beings.
For those cultivators who were still at the Green Cloud Pavilion's gate... that was all he could do for them.
Jiang Wang had no particular affection for them, and aside from the identity of Yu Songhai, he had no other involvement. His risky rescue attempt was motivated by nothing more than four words—his heart could not bear it.
The demons that had besieged Green Cloud Pavilion had clearly taken advantage of the fact that the Lord Protector Jiao Wu had gone to the front lines. However, they wouldn't dare to be too obvious about their attack.
That Ghost Fog Formation was meant to conceal their actions.
