Six days passed in the blink of an eye.
At midnight, the moon was bright and the stars sparse.
Zhou Ping'an, followed by a group of people, did not rest but stood quietly in the rear courtyard of the Emperor's Palace, waiting for a specific moment to arrive.
There was no need for further calculations; anyone even slightly sensitive could already sense the vibrant energy in the air.
It seemed that something more had emerged between heaven and earth, and certain rules were slowly changing.
"Brother Wang, the army is ready to receive orders at any moment. Once the command is given, it can encircle this place. Even if we can't completely stop the appearance of the Xiao family ancestor, we can still weaken some of their strength."
Bai He's eyes shone brightly.
With a long sword in his hand, he focused intently on the empty pathway alongside the Xiao Family Ancestral Hall at the rear of the palace.
