Wood rafts and boats, all stopped at the heart of the river, water rippling, a breeze suddenly arising.
The invisible killing intent diffusing in the wind.
Yuan Jimo was in no hurry to take action. He watched as Que Qi and a group of spies from the Imperial City Department departed, as the small boat disappeared into the far end of the river fog... He didn't have much time left, for the Purple Green Treasure Ship moved swiftly, and Jun Mountain and Miao Zhen could break free at any moment. If he wished to handle everything perfectly, there was no time to waste.
"I don't quite understand."
Yuan Jimo stared seriously at the black-clad youth before him.
His eyes held a mix of admiration and confusion.
"Xie Zhen... you're merely a single Grotto Heaven..."
Yuan Jimo whispered, "By what right do you dare to meet with me alone? Do you not know that I am here to kill you?"
From the Imperial City to Qu River.
The journey took the delegation ten days.
