Standing amidst the clouds and mist, the white fox fur piled like layers of snow.
Jiang Wuqi's face had a rare glow, and his noble yet cold eyes gently swept over the surroundings, as if surveying his mountains and rivers.
"Equality Country plotted against me in secret, I shall eradicate them!"
Each word resounded like the sudden breaking of a silver bottle, akin to the clash of blades.
He shouted loudly, "Who else is there?"
He spoke of this moment, yet it was not just about this moment.
Zhang Song's cry at the shrine was a conspiracy to defile the Emperor's name by Equality Country. He was implicated, finding it hard to recover. His foundation lay in the court, more so in the favor of the Son of Heaven. Losing the Emperor's favor was nearly equivalent to losing everything.
And today was Jiang Wuqi's counterattack!
At this moment, the surroundings were silent, the clouds were still, and the wind had ceased.
