"I thank the gentleman today."
"Wang bids farewell."
With those words, he leaped up with a flick of his robe. In the blink of an eye, he had jumped up into the air, changing his shape and disappearing from the sight of the crowd below. Such movement techniques, except for those skilled in Qinggong or the experienced masters of the Middle Third Rank, were imperceptible to others.
But those masters, well-known throughout Jianghu, would certainly not compromise their reputation by participating in such a blockade.
Seated atop a high platform, the Imperial Grandson Li Changxing watched as the young man disappeared, and saw the chasing crowd come to a halt. He pursed his lips, a hint of loss in his eyes. However, as the Imperial Grandson of the Great Qin Empire, he could not afford any discourtesy. He had to maintain a stern expression on his still youthful face.
The Great Eunuch beside him was smiling gleefully.
Truly a chip off the old block of the Great Marshal.
