The continuous drizzle falls, settling the dust and bringing a sense of calm both inside and outside the military camp.
In truth, a military camp is expected to be bustling, as it surely is for the soldiers and generals within, but to an outsider, it often appears exceedingly quiet, like a beast poised to devour, with eyes coldly scanning its surroundings.
Tian Wujing's silhouette appeared outside the central military camp, accompanied by a Daoist.
If Lord Zheng were here, he would recognize him;
Back when he was at the Earl of North Border's residence, he had seen this sorcerer, whose Daoist name is Drunk Immortal Weng, setting up a formation for the corpse of Shatuo Que Shi. Due to Ji Chengjue's influence, Drunk Immortal Weng had come over and shared a few casual words.
During the reign of the former emperor, Yan indulged in alchemists, sorcerers, and various deities, including Daoists and Buddhists, which once turned Yanjing into a chaotic scene.
