At the imperial capital's Protectorate Pavilion, four elders gathered, and even the Central King himself arrived in person.
Meanwhile, far in a mountain village of the western region.
The bustling street had suddenly gone quiet.
"That little demon's here!"
"Everyone run!"
No one knew who suddenly yelled out, but the men and women who had been chatting in the streets fled in panic, just like mice scurrying away from a cat.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
...
The doors of the shops on both sides of the street were hastily shut one after another.
Only after the crowd had dispersed did a girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old with her hair tied in twin braids, slowly made her way along the street from a distance.
"You bunch of cowards, why do you act like you've seen bandits when you see me, Zhan Qimeng?"
The young girl mumbled to herself as she looked at the tightly closed shop doors on both sides of the street.