Ji Ning remained seated in the lotus position. Gusts of wind howled past him, occasionally coming together into a mighty storm which was filled with flickers of lightning.
Time passed, one year after the other. The Emperors and Hegemons in the palace complex were all beginning to grow rather anxious and impatient.
"Why hasn't the Daolord attacked yet?"
"I can't believe he's actually in the mood to train." The Hegemons and Emperors were all panicking. The calmer Ning was, the more panicked they felt. It wasn't that their Dao-hearts were weak, it was that Ning's performance in battle had been absolutely terrifying.
"Gentlemen, will our formations be capable of stopping this Daolord? The castle was also Apocalypse-class, but the Daolord managed to defeat it with ease. Although these formations seem quite profound and powerful to us, this Daolord might be able to solve them with ease. If that happens, we'll be in serious trouble." Many Emperors were worried.
