"Mm?" On the city tower, Master Wuheng gazed towards the palace, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Old man, you sold me out again. Still holding a grudge from that time I tricked you? You never let it go."
"You, old fox, clinging to life as a thief. When the four kingdoms breached the capital, you did nothing. When I manipulated royal power to become the national advisor, you remained indifferent. What exactly is the Worship Palace Lord doing?"
Master Wuheng's eyes flickered, and in the next moment, he vanished from sight.
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In the Eastern Palace, Zhu Youji suddenly looked towards the city gate, his brows furrowing. Just now, he sensed a hint of heavenly fate—a power seldom found in this world. Who was the person on the city wall just now?
Narrowing his eyes, Zhu Youji's gaze sharpened. He activated Heavenly Gazing, sweeping his vision over the inner city, seeking the source of that fateful aura.