The sun had already risen, and the spring breeze carried a hint of warmth.
However, Luo Mingzi felt a chill throughout his body.
He turned his head and glanced back, watching the palace gates slowly close, and couldn't help but think of when he first arrived in the Capital.
At that time, because of his friendship with Li Yan, he learned about Zhao Changsheng's affairs. After reporting it, it garnered significant attention. The Xuan Sacrificial Officer issued a transfer order, the Emperor personally summoned him, and entrusted him with an important task, specifically detaching elites to investigate Zhao Changsheng.
Back then, he was also quite ambitious and spirited.
After all, Chang'an was not the Capital, and he couldn't compare to those direct disciples in Chunyang Palace.
If he could capture Zhao Changsheng, he could protect the Divine State and not have wasted years of hard cultivation.
Who would have thought he had only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg.
