"Mr. Nalan, we're not going anywhere. Neither are you."
Miao Zhen sat down cross-legged.
He focused his thoughts slightly, gradually retracting the Great Trend Dao Realm until it only covered an area ten feet around the two of them.
The Iron Curtain is a prison.
The Great Trend... is also a prison.
Even Hidden Cicada couldn't break through the Iron Curtain despite trying his best. In a way, that's good news.
This means that the prison before them is exceedingly sturdy, almost indestructible.
"Interesting."
Nalan Xuance chuckled lightly and said leisurely, "You don't seem to be in a hurry to leave?"
Miao Zhen sat on the ground, calmly raising his head.
Though he did not respond,
the answer was evident.
From the beginning, tonight's target for Fan Yin Temple was not the Imperial City.
The Ninth Prince appearing in the Imperial Palace
was merely a ploy to draw Nalan Xuance into the game.
Now... the Iron Curtain is set, and the game is on.
