Chen Ping stood under the moonlight, while the fifteen thousand riders in the distance stopped, silently regaining their strength.
Beyond the mountain ridge in the distance, flames could be seen, and the faint sounds of battle cries carried by the wind could be heard.
"Hua Lian'er... uh, Little Mingyue, have you heard that there is an exceptionally formidable old eunuch in the Prince's Mansion?"
Previously, Chen Ping had fought his way to King Jinghai.
He did not continue his attack, but it wasn't because he didn't want to.
He had already engaged in a mental exchange with someone.
He discovered that within ten feet around King Jinghai, it was like a black hole vortex. Any vitality, true qi, or vigorous force that entered would be worn away completely by a swirling force, inducing a feeling of dread in the heart.
Others might not be able to see it, but beside King Jinghai, there stood a man.
