"The night is approaching!" He gazed at the scene at the edge of the sky in the distance, murmuring to himself.
Then, he turned his head to look above.
He could see the entrance to the grotto heaven directly overhead.
The evening wind at this moment blew from afar, from the south, bringing a slightly stifling heat.
Even though the sun had set, the temperature remained oppressive.
He gazed far into the direction of the Royal Capital, not leaving immediately, his eyes calm, a flash of contemplation flickering within.
He knew that once he returned, the unresolved friction between him and Wang Jixuan would likely erupt.
Ji Xuan had been in seclusion for many days, and although he didn't make a direct move during today's court meeting, his gaze made it clear that Ji Xuan had set his sights on him, and that look said it all.
He had been publicly taken away by the Martial Saint, which further stirred some thoughts in Ji Xuan.
