"What are you going to do?"
Off to the side, Jiang Li looked at Zhou Li and Tang Wan and asked, "Need my help?"
"Great immortal, help me keep an eye on the Imperial Palace."
Under the black clouds, the Imperial Palace had lost its former splendor and arrogance, looking especially severe in the dim light. Zhou Li stared at this "heart" beneath the dark clouds and said softly, "This is where it all began. I don't believe the Prime Minister will give this place up that easily. His body is still here; sooner or later, I have to come back."
The Prime Minister's body had long since turned into a stitched dragon, its phantom body constantly tearing at the limits of sky and earth, while his true form had been warped by the Dragon Vein's Dragon Tiger Qi into a bizarre existence on the border of life and death. Right now, his body was like a colossal dragon-climbing pillar to the heavens, yet no one could even touch a fraction of him.
