"This appearance..."
Ning Zheng didn't reveal his face at the time.
His face was shrouded in black mist; this appearance was probably the image of a hero in the painter's mind.
He looked at the worshipers around him, and a vague thought arose in his heart: "These devout academic cultivators might be able to cut off a bit of Qi fortune value."
He merely glanced deeply at Xirong Academy, didn't even enter the gates, and melded into the crowd, disappearing without a trace.
He needed to contact his forces again, but he couldn't use the previous communication token.
Directly seeking out the Sword Fairy, face-to-face, was the best choice.
Because the Sword Fairy knew many things over the years that Ning Zheng did not.
But he couldn't directly enter the academy to find people; he had to find another way.
Clang!
Ning Zheng found an inn to stay in; the Three Flowers rose.
