With such an opportunity, Zhang Haoyu naturally had to seize it.
He carefully stowed away the Wind Thunder Heart.
Along with it, it felt as though his own state of mind was finally settling in the bag as well.
Ever since he joined the battle, his mind had never once been at ease.
Though of royal blood, as a martial artist who had achieved the Seventh Heavenly Layer, Prince Weiyang Zhang Haoyu lacked neither blood battle experience nor the courage to slaughter.
His recent unrest was not because he was facing powerful experts of the foreign tribes.
It was because, here at Yin Mountain, he had run into someone he did not wish to see.
Someone with the same surname Zhang, likewise born of the Zhang Tang Imperial Family, likewise possessing cultivation at the Seventh Heavenly Layer, yet a High Merit Elder of the Taoist Celestial Master Mansion—Zhang Jingzhen.
He did not wish to see the man because back in Guanzhong, Zhang Jingzhen had taken in a disciple named Zhang Xiongtai.
