In today's battle, King Zhuanlun fell before the city, and the Beiman army is now leaderless, lifting the peril from Celestial Palace City.
This was nothing short of a narrow escape for them.
At this moment, all eyes were gathered on the young figure seated at the main position in the hall.
Jiang Ning sat calmly in the main seat, with a serene expression, holding a wine cup, occasionally taking a sip, and gazing tranquilly.
Beside him, Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen and Beicang King were seated on either side, both with smiling faces, frequently raising their cups in response to the crowd's toasts.
"The might of King Luoshui is peerless, having slain the arrogant North Barbarian State Preceptor, truly a blessing for our Great Xia!" An elderly man with white hair and beard stood up, holding his wine cup high, his voice loud and tinged with excitement.
