It was late at night, and all was quiet.
Atop a seemingly ordinary peak of Nameless Mountain, which marked the boundary between Western Hong and Northern Hong,
an old man with a walking stick stood at the edge, quietly gazing into the distance.
Despite being a low mountain, the old man appeared diminutive, further accentuated by his frail and hunched figure. Yet as he stood in silence, he emanated a grandeur as if he were gazing down upon the mortal world, serenely surveying the unfolding events.
"Eastern Palace was invited by the West Dragon King to investigate the matter of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall. Please excuse us, Senior Lv."
Behind the old man, Prince Zi Yang bowed deeply. His movements were unhurried, yet the tight clutch of his hands and the sweat in his palms betrayed how deeply serious the Prince, at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Realm, truly was at this moment.
