Night fell, and the entire Royal City was enveloped in silence.
Occasionally, a squad of fully armed Iron Armor Guards could be seen patrolling back and forth on the main roads, their armor shimmering under the cold light.
At this moment, a ghostly cold wind suddenly rose, swirling a few pieces of yellowed dry leaves, drifting towards the Royal Palace.
If Li Chen were here, he would immediately recognize that this person was none other than Jifeng, the leader of the Bandit Jifeng.
Jifeng seemed to be quite familiar with the palace's layout. He navigated effortlessly and headed straight to a seemingly secluded grand hall.
The hall door was unguarded. Jifeng arrived and opened it himself.
Inside the grand hall, someone was already waiting.
To be precise, three people were waiting.
Sitting at the main seat was the King of the Great Wu Dynasty, Wu Badao.
To his left was the Chief State Preceptor, Zhuge Hu.
