Taiji Hall.
As Jiang Ning's voice fell.
The Martial Saint spirit body slightly inclined his head toward him, the hazy white light shrouding his whole body flowing calmly.
He said nothing more, merely raised his hand in a light sweep; a gentle force lifted Jiang Ning up, bringing him to his side, standing shoulder to shoulder.
The people in the hall, seeing this scene, wore all kinds of expressions.
Prince Pingjian Ji Xuan's gaze was deep; when it swept past Jiang Ning, a trace of barely discernible complexity flashed in the depths of his eyes.
The arrival of the Demon Country's envoy had caused the Martial Saint spirit body to descend once more; this he had not anticipated.
His gaze lingered on Jiang Ning for but a moment, then quietly withdrew.
At this moment, though the Demon King Black Feather's head was newly regenerated and his aura feeble, his back was ramrod straight, not daring to show the slightest abnormal movement.
