"No peace shall be found."
A figure stepped out from the layers of mist shrouding the Zhenwu Sect, traversing a hundred zhang in a single step, and within moments, reached three hundred li beyond, landing atop a somewhat desolate peak.
"Human Emperor, if you advance further, this will be the territory of the Zhenwu Sect. In the past, Daqian had agreed to grant three hundred li around the Zhenwu Sect to us. Are you now planning to go back on your word?"
Qing Yu stood with hands behind his back, looking at the figure appearing on the horizon with indifference.
"Qing Yu—"
Before the words could land, the small figure instantly expanded, as if shrinking the earth to a mere inch, appearing from the distant horizon right before him.
"You and I both know that such promises are of no use to either of us."
