"Master, this..."
Richard and Alina, gazing at the bustling Imperial City ahead, felt uneasy in their hearts.
Though the Master is divinely prescient, such a rash entry into the Capital City...
inevitably causes unease in one's heart.
"What? Do you not trust me?"
Zhang Beixing suddenly turned back, his gaze like lightning.
"What waves can this mere court stir up?"
"Your humble servant dares not!"
The two promptly knelt to apologize, blood visible on their foreheads.
"Master, discern clearly, your humble servant has no second thoughts!"
"Hahaha, forget it, stand up."
Zhang Beixing laughed heartily, bold and unrestrained.
"Since we're of one mind, why harbor suspicion?"
Saying that, he strode forward.
The wide Daoist robe flapped loudly in the wind.
"I shall see what those courtiers are capable of!"
"Dare to challenge me, they aren't qualified!"
The words landed, echoing powerfully.
Zhang Beixing's voice carried a commanding aura of disregarding the world.
