Outside Chanting City, a light screen stretched from heaven to earth, blocking the spread of the plague Qi.
Jiang Li walked up to the light screen, looking back towards the rear where he could see flags fluttering in the distance; there, Feng Manlou's remaining thirty thousand troops had set up camp, ready to march at any moment.
And Feng Manlou—
Was right before his eyes.
"Little brother, you go ahead; I will soon follow," Feng Manlou guaranteed.
The "I" he referred to was naturally not the affiliated son-in-law still in hiding, but his true self, known as the world's foremost troublemaker.
Although the scuffle between Zhang Zhixuan and the Mo Sect Master was brief, its astonishing momentum was heard for thousands of miles, and Jiang Li knew of it immediately, as did, of course, the Great Venerable.
According to Feng Manlou's words, the Great Venerable had already grabbed the Heavenly Monarch's tail and was now on his way to kick a man while he was down.
