"Grandpa, the Immortal has left!" The child tugged at the old man's robe and said, tilting his head up.
The old man nodded blankly, then slowly bent down toward the direction of the lake.
"Immortal, bless us with timely wind and rain..."
...
The Royal Capital.
A bright moon hung high, its watery light shrouding the magnificent city.
Within the Royal Capital, vast districts were still ablaze with lights, a scene of songs and dances, prosperity and peace.
Walking along the broad streets, brushing past the crowd, with the mundane smoke and fire of the city drifting from both sides, Jiang Ning's heart was utterly calm.
He walked slowly along the long street, passed through the bustling night market of the Royal Capital, traversed the lanes where the lights grew sparse; the entire Royal Capital had long since been enveloped by his Heart Spirit.
He also knew that everything remained the same as several days before, without the slightest change.
