The Prince Xuan was leaving Thousand Year City.
This time, Prince Xuan spent a day eradicating the Mountain Tiger Gang.
He then spent another night annihilating the remnants of the Mountain Tiger Gang.
It was said that those willing to surrender, if they had not committed major offenses, were temporarily incorporated into Prince Xuan's army.
Those who had killed or broken the law were all imprisoned.
Prince Xuan's army now possessed immense prestige, and the entire populace of Thousand Year City was reluctant to see him go.
"When I grow up, I'm going to join the Prince's army!"
Huzi and the others had all come to bid the Prince farewell.
Chu Qianli remained silent, gazing upwards. With a single glance, she could see the tall, slender figure seated on horseback amidst the crowd.
Under the bright, scorching sun, that man was forever the most dazzling presence.
"Prince Xuan! Prince Xuan! Prince Xuan!"
The young ladies were initially shy, refraining from making loud noises. But as time went on, they could no longer suppress their inner frenzy and couldn't help but scream.
A hint of helplessness crossed Chu Qianli's mind.
A man being too outstanding wasn't necessarily a good thing, at least not for the women around him.
Every day, they had to be on edge, not fearing him pursuing women, but fearing women's incessant pestering.
However, she was no longer a woman by his side.
Her gaze swept around Prince Xuan's horse, and she didn't see Feng Ling.
But not far behind, there seemed to be a carriage...
Inside the carriage, Feng Ling's palm was clenched tightly.
Listening to the screams of the girls outside, she felt both proud and somewhat agitated.
He was indeed too charming, whether in the past, present, or future; there would inevitably be many women who would pester him.
For example, women like Chu Qianli.
Feng Ling lowered the carriage curtain, closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself.
Do not care; these women, including Chu Qianli, were merely fleeting clouds...
Feng Ye Xuan was leaving, and he didn't look back as he departed.
That receding figure alone satisfied Feng Ling.
Knowing full well that Chu Qianli was still in Thousand Year City, yet he showed no lingering attachment.
This alone spoke volumes...
The large contingent left the city in a grand procession.
Before long, the lively scene here subsided as Prince Xuan departed.
Chu Qianli stood on the rooftop, finally withdrawing her gaze.
Turning around, she saw the figure in plain white on the tree, swaying quietly in the wind.
"Ninth Uncle, let's go too." Chu Qianli leaped from the rooftop, landing beside him.
On a branch that wasn't particularly thick, two people stood, yet the branch merely swayed gently in the breeze.
Soon, it returned to its calm state.
This branch was barely thicker than a finger.
Feng Dingchu glanced at the spot where Chu Qianli was standing. Her feet were lightly adhered to the branch, and her posture, not touching the ground, was truly beautiful.
"Your Qinggong has improved significantly again," he said.
"The true qi within me also seems to be gradually becoming usable."
But Chu Qianli knew that what she could use was less than a tenth.
No one knew how powerful that cultivation was.
"Let's go," she urged again.
Feng Dingchu stood up, and the branch didn't stir in the slightest.
Chu Qianli let out a sigh, a hint of resentment in her voice, "Compared to you, my Qinggong is still far behind!"
"At least it can be considered top-tier among martial artists." Therefore, there was no need to be disappointed.
"Then are you a peerless master among thousands?"
"Mm!"
"..." Truly shameless!
However, he was stating a fact.
"Let's go, there are still many things awaiting you in the Imperial City."