"Don't let the city folks discuss the matters of the Princely Heir of Duke Zhen's Mansion."
"Extend the curfew, we don't want any disturbances during this period."
Ximen Shihua, along with several Sect Sky-Men by his side, nodded slightly and immediately agreed.
They then went their separate ways to attend to their duties.
After Ximen Shihua and the Sect Sky-Men had left, Wu Ling couldn't help but look towards Duke Zhen's Mansion, in the direction of Cheng Guang's aura.
"Princely Heir..."
"What level have you reached now...
"Can I still keep up with your pace?"
A hint of worry suddenly appeared on Wu Ling's stunningly beautiful face.
And this worry was considerably more than that of Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, during this time.
...
Duke Zhen's Mansion.
In the Million Specie Garden.
Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, slowly opened his eyes.
He was at his wit's end.
The somewhat dim mark of servitude had plunged directly into his Primordial Spirit, completely overtaking his mind.
