"So... is this your trump card?"
The North Sea surged with waves, ebbing and flowing.
Again heading north from Xingping Town, there stretched a vast reed marsh spanning dozens of miles. The carriage stopped by the marsh. The woman in a Daoist robe closed her eyes to rest on the carriage while Chen Jingxuan led Mo Long to the marsh's edge. Along the way, snow-white reed leaves fluttered, presenting a scene so beautiful that anyone who saw it couldn't help but admire it.
However, at this moment, flying along with the reed leaves were also talismans thrown from Chen Jingxuan's sleeve.
Mo Long stood at the reed marsh's edge, watching the talismans suspended in all directions like pieces of golden scales, connecting and forming walls as solid as gold, within an area of a hundred-foot radius, all encompassed within this Golden Array... Many believed that the gentleman left the Imperial City out of despair, but Mo Long knew that Chen Jingxuan was never one to give up easily.
