Yanbai City, black clouds press down and the city seems about to collapse.
Heavenly Peak has been shrouded in dark clouds for several days, with rain imminent but not yet arrived. The city is oppressed, and all soldiers are apprehensive.
At dawn.
Han Li led Jian Qingqiu and Yun Ruohai up to the city wall to make some arrangements, only to find the Ninth Prince already there, silently gazing into the distance alone.
"Your Highness..."
Han Li hesitated for a moment: "You should rest well."
The Ninth Prince hadn't closed his eyes for several nights.
For a Great Cultivator, this is nothing, but after continuous battles, the Ninth Prince has not truly rested for even a single day this past year.
"It doesn't matter."
He turned his head and smiled: "If I'm not mistaken, within these two days, Nalan Xuance will make his move on Yanbai City. This battle might be the ultimate confrontation."
"..."
Han Li was silent.
