Martial God Temple.
Yan Hao, who was meditating cross-legged before the divine statue, suddenly opened his eyes. He then saw Dong Zhenlei, seated opposite him, do the same. The two exchanged a glance before Yan Hao chuckled lightly.
"It seems today's court assembly is quite lively!"
Dong Zhenlei stood up and said calmly, "Let's go. I was thinking we'd go meet this kid in a few days, but since he's come to us, we should at least give him a proper welcome."
Yan Hao nodded. The two then leaped out of the Martial God Temple, arriving before Taihe Palace in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, Wu Liangchen sensed two figures approaching at incredible speed. Yet he showed no alarm, standing calmly atop the upturned eaves, letting the biting wind whip the corners of his robes.
Below him, the court assembly in the main hall continued. Prince Jing, Yan Jun, was pressing his advantage, having already backed the Empress Dowager into a corner with no escape.
