Wu Tianming rode his flood dragon and led the way ahead, turning and nodding politely to the three men behind him every thirty to fifty miles. The wind in the sky was so strong that with his cultivation base of a Nascent Soul cultivator—he was even weaker than his mount, who was a Heaven Immortal—there was no way for him to speak at all. So, he could only express his sincerity with his actions.
Wu Qi, Guigu'zi, and Mo Di sat astride their cranes and followed after Wu Tianming, their faces expressionless as they communicated with each other through divine sense.
"He looks like an unlucky emperor."
"That's right. He was accompanied by only eight Oracles and not even a single guard. It shows that he is in dire straits."
"Oh, could he be a mere figurehead? This is interesting!"
"It seems that we will have to help this emperor fight for his power on this trip to Great Wu Dynasty."
