These past few days, Chen Yang had been completely absorbed in breaking through his bottleneck. Reaching the Earth Saint realm was an urgent matter.
Instead, it was Yang Hu, who had been accompanying him, who broke through to the seventeenth rank.
Another night of meditation passed.
「The next day.」
The matter of the Little Prince's two subordinates being killed was still brewing. After a single night, the outside world had already locked onto a target: the Former Supreme Martial Commander, Chen Yang.
In truth, he was the only possibility. Powerful families that had produced a Prime Minister were already at the pinnacle of the mortal world; only the Imperial Clan could suppress them. However, the Little Prince's grandfather, Zuo Chang, had long since been absorbed into the Imperial Clan. Why would their own people attack them?
It was another bright, sunny day.
