"Since it is a secret technique of Brother Zheng, I shall not inquire further. A year from now, I still wish to challenge Brother Zheng. I hope that next time, I'll be able to draw my sword in his presence," said the youth with utmost humility, but to the keepers of the Thirteen Saint Sects, there did not seem to be anything amiss with his words.
They too found it difficult to muster the will to fight in front of Zheng Ming.
As the observers of the fight dispersed, the whole Imperial Palace became exceptionally quiet. The people of the Sikong family were busy moving, and many of the attendants in the palace were their retainers.
Most of them would leave with the Sikong family.
Zheng Ming had no interest in these matters; what was most important to him was to find out what transformation had taken place in Jin Wushen.
"Elder Brother Zuo, Sister Zhu, please, this way," Zheng Ming gestured towards a small pavilion.