The painter knew that Lord Jian had entered Mingjiang Prefecture, so he summoned Qing Feng to keep an eye on Mr. Feng; he himself wanted to go and greet Lord Jian.
After all, it was a favor for Mingjiang Prefecture, and the proper courtesies had to be observed.
With both hands, he exhaled two bursts of Dao Yan Fire, tearing through space.
When he returned again to the realm of reality, he was already at Mingjiang Pier — Dock 19.
Lord Jian was clad in white, seated on a small boat, not far from the shore.
"Lord Jian, it has been many years, and yet you remain as splendid as ever."
Lord Jian sat upright with an impeccable posture; his face showed no signs of aging. If one didn't notice his graying hair and only focused on his features, they would think him to be no more than thirty years old.
"Old Hua, in Long March City, you've mastered the Space Law, and in Jing Country's nine prefectures, you move freely."
"I believed I could move freely, but cracks still remain."
