At the break of dawn in the West Pole, it was the most leisurely time of the night after dusk in the Royal Court of the Shengshen Continent. At this time, the peak of the training field mountaintop was also when the nobles would come for entertainment, many still reeking of alcohol.
"The knife, that knife."
"Exactly, the big knife."
"It's Wu Jinliang's big knife."
"No, I didn't see anything at all."
A sudden outburst of shouting erupted in the training field.
Elder Ke, who had just returned from outside and dodged the daytime sun, was sitting down looking distracted at the magical mirror, but when he heard the name of that unfilial disciple, he was jolted awake by the shock, straining his eyes to scan the contents of the mirror. Where could it be?
In the mirror, he saw neither Wu Jinliang nor his knife, only a crowd facing in the same direction, evidently watching something.
