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The window, which was said to be the best in the palace for blocking evening winds, probably couldn't understand why so many gazes had been drawn to it this night.

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Insidiously, countless intertwining stories unfold.

The red-faced Xian NanKui stood at the edge of a precipice.

Moonlight bathed him, illuminating him like a deity.

If any mortal were to see this, they would surely worship it as a deity.

The meeting of the Yellow River has just ended, and the delegations from various countries have not yet fully dispersed. As the hegemon closest to the Viewing Terrace, Jing Country, as the host nation, naturally has the duty to maintain order.

Prevent some unspeakable things from happening.

If any two countries' honor guard contingents caused a major casualty incident near the viewing platform, it would be slapping Da Jing in the face.

All the buildings on the riverside platform

have disappeared.

The country of Wo then became the place where most people stayed after the confluence of the Yellow River.

As the commander of the Divine Strategists, Jingba Jia's elite force, Xinan Kui's garrison in Fengcheng was undoubtedly both representative and imposing.

As for the will of Wo Kingdom itself...

At least on the surface, the Wuo court was very welcoming of Jing people helping to maintain order.

When national teams gather, it's certainly not a small nation like Wuo that can control the situation.

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At this moment, Xían Nánkuí stands at this extreme height, his gaze sweeping across the entire city. With the dignity of a true man and the grandeur of a commander, he personally attends to this matter, and no one can say that Jing Guo is not paying attention.

There were no signs, no premonitions, but a voice echoed in his ear: "It seems that many people are paying attention to the first place winner of the Inner Palace."

Xi Nanqui oversaw the entire city, and inevitably took a few more glances at Jiang Wang.

After all, the leader of the Yellow River Gathering attracted the most attention. The other leader, however, left on the day they won and there was nowhere to find them now.

At this moment, Xin Nanqui's lips remained unmoving and his face was expressionless, but his voice still followed that hidden darkness and echoed back: "When a person is in the depths of despair, they are easily led astray, and when they reach the peak of success, they are easily lost. Even on his most glorious day, an unparalleled genius who never forgets to do his evening prayers, no one can define his future."

“It seems you hold him in high regard.” The voice from the shadows paused, then asked, “In your opinion, how does he compare to Taiyu”

Xin Nanqui smiled but said nothing.

That's really not worth comparing.

As the foremost inner palace in the world, it is undoubtedly the pinnacle of talent. However, before the youngest living master in history, there is simply no comparison.

As for being "lost" or "fallen", Li Yida would never experience such moments.

“Well, that’s true.” A hushed voice spoke, then added, “The traces of that matter have been thoroughly wiped clean. It seems we can finally have some peace for a while.”

Shan Nankui looked down at the city beneath him, this nation. His voice echoed back: "But Jing Guo has no second Taiyu. If we can't eradicate this threat, relying on concealment all the time will eventually be exposed."

“For now, we can only take things one step at a time, and it’s unclear what Your Majesty is truly thinking…” A voice from the shadows said: “To have Tai Yu stand on stage now would be to make him a target too soon, which wouldn't be wise.”

The youngest person in the world today, of course, would attract all eyes. It was unavoidable that he had to be brought onto the stage, it wasn't a matter of whether it was worthwhile or not. But how many times could such an unavoidable thing happen Xian Nanqui said with dissatisfaction: "They at the Jing Shi Tai must take responsibility for this!"

This is a test.

The Mirror Stage is the highest intelligence agency in the Jing Kingdom, known as "Shining Everywhere, Reflecting the World." Of course, such a major problem appearing this time can be considered a dereliction of duty by the Mirror Stage.

“They are responsible for what they have done, and they can't escape it. However, who could have imagined that the Inner Palace prodigy, who went through countless screenings and ultimately represented the nation in the competition, would actually be…”

The hushed voice paused, then continued: "To the extent that the other two were momentarily also suspect, there was only one way to stabilize the situation - by immediately recalling Tai Yu."

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“Fortunately, it was discovered in advance, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.”

"Who said it wasn't I can't believe that after so many years, they are still..."

"Even dead embers can be rekindled, and decaying trees can still sprout anew," sighed Xian NanKui. "Material destruction is so difficult to erase, let alone those things rooted in the heart."

"If I were to say, it was all..." The muffled voice began with that cryptic opening, then abruptly ceased, falling silent. It seemed to have touched upon something unmentionable.

Xian Nan Kui stood alone at a high place, surveying all directions. It was utterly silent and still.

When the first light of dawn appeared, Jiang Wang left for the pasture.

The name "Shepherd's Garden" doesn't sound very auspicious at first, but the people of Mu Guo don't mind. As devout followers of the God Cangtu, they believe that upon death, they will go to the divine realm, which is truly just another home.

This building in Fengcheng was originally a large estate, and that's how it came to be known. The people of the village didn't mind, and outsiders didn't care either.

Zha Ru Cheng's current status is sensitive, and he wouldn't be suitable to appear at the celebratory banquet. Jiang Wang could only come alone to see him this time. This had been agreed upon when they were vying for the top spot.

Nah Lianyun seemed to have made arrangements beforehand. The doorman, upon seeing Jiang Wang, directly led the way without uttering a word.

Facing a barrage of stares, I wandered around for a while before finally entering the pastoral garden.

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Zhao Rucheng's small courtyard, where he lived alone, was elegantly furnished. This also gives us a glimpse of his importance in the present-day state.

As you walk down the stone path, you see a figure like a jade tree swaying in the wind, standing at the entrance of the courtyard.

As soon as I saw him from afar, a smile appeared on my face.

Jiang Wang couldn't help but smile.

Both of them remained silent, just walking closer while smiling.

“ tsk tsk tsk.” Zhao Ruocheng then deliberately sized him up and down, clicking his tongue repeatedly: “The whole city is celebrating for you, your name is everywhere. The number one inner palace in the world, quite impressive!”

Jiang Wang smiled and said, "When you came to collect the title of champion, you were quite impressive!"

Zhao Rucheng was embarrassed and hurriedly stepped aside to lead the way, coughing and saying, "It's been a long time, let's have a few drinks together!"

Jiang Wang simply said, "Drink!"

The two entered the small courtyard, one after the other.

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Casual and natural, as always.

In the courtyard stood a stone table and two stone stools.

There were five dishes on the table, one crane-shaped teapot and two jade cups.

and no one attended to him.

Both of them sat down casually. Zhao Ruocheng very naturally rolled up his sleeves and poured wine, saying as he did so: "Third brother, I'm not trying to sow discord between you. You must remember the principle of keeping good company away from bad…"

He curled his lip. "You were so innocent before, your mouth wasn't this sharp."

Still as "small-minded" as before, not willing to accept even a verbal jab.

Jiang Wang looked at him with a smile: "So they say 'pure' in Mukuo when you can talk your way around things, but 'detrimental' if you speak the truth. Truly exotic customs, brother has broadened his horizons!"

Zhao Ruocheng choked, shaking his head and sighing strangely: "It's said that Qi State has many talented people, I have learned about it!"

Masters are most skilled in debate, and when it comes to wit, they are truly unmatched.

“You still like to chat so much,” Jiang Wang smiled gently, emphasizing the word “chat”: “I’ll introduce you to two friends when I get back.”

"Alright!" Zhao Ruocheng readily agreed.

But somehow, as she was laughing, the smile disappeared.

"Third brother," he lowered his head, looking at the wine in his cup, and asked softly, "How have you been these past two years"

But Jiang Wang was still smiling: "Just walk forward."

He laughed brightly: "Just keep walking, keep walking, that's how we got here."

>gyang City with a speed that seemed both languid and swift, it had already changed the very face of this place.That dilapidated Nine Dragons' Flaming Array, like the "Purple Extreme Dragon's Sign" of...