The Identity of the Purple Sword Monarch
This was no longer a dispute between ordinary cultivators.
This was a matter involving the Crown Prince.
And behind the Crown Prince stood Leon.
The General of Ashford City looked at Leon again.
That calm purple gaze met his own for the briefest instant.
The general immediately looked away.
His heart sank.
He finally understood why Cavir Walton had acted so decisively.
Why the people from the Whitelist Restaurant had gathered.
Why Kai had rushed here personally.
Why everyone who seemed to know Leon had reacted with such caution.
He had been standing at the edge of a cliff without realizing it.
And now he had finally looked down.
The abyss was far deeper than he had imagined.
Kai did not respond immediately.
He simply looked at the General of Ashford City.
His expression was cold.
There was no anger visible in his eyes.
That was what made the general more frightened.
Anger could be negotiated with.
