This city, he shall not enter.
With these words, the Chang'an Sword Immortal no longer lingered; he rose up lightly and drifted away in a direction away from Chang'an City.
The Marquis of Anxi watched as the silhouette of the Chang'an Sword Immortal gradually faded on the Heaven's Vault, and sighed softly.
He knew something about the matters between the Supreme and the Chang'an Sword Immortal. It was precisely because he knew that he felt regret.
However, regarding affairs of such figures, he had no position to ponder much.
The Marquis of Anxi collected his thoughts and looked towards the Qing King beside him, who wore a python robe and appeared as if watching a show; his scalp tingled—this was what he should care about.
"Qing King, this way please," he promptly said respectfully, and flew ahead to lead the way.
The Qing King snorted coldly, bringing along the only trusted subordinate who hadn't left, and followed.
