The Palace of King Wu, night.
After the Xiao family brothers and Qin Tian left the Imperial City with a hundred thousand troops, King Wu lay on a rattan chair, his gaze deep, staring at the bright moon outside the window, lost in thought.
A man clad in black robes walked straight into King Wu's room.
He didn't knock nor made any sound, yet he walked right in, and King Wu, who always cared for appearances and authority, surprisingly didn't object.
The black-robed man had a beard and appeared to be in his forties or fifties, but his cultivation was far above the Longevity Realm, so his exact age was unknown.
The black-robed man approached King Wu and said, "The Xiao family brothers have left with a hundred thousand men."
Without turning his head, King Wu asked, "How many troops remain in the Imperial City?"
The black-robed man replied, "Besides the Tianyuan Guards, there are nine hundred thousand."
"Hmm..."
