In the evening. 

Under the glow of the setting sun, an old man led a donkey into the Forbidden City.

A slender and delicate figure was sitting astride the beast. The figure was clad in a black cloak that concealed half the face. Only the tip of a flawless and fair chin was exposed. 

The city was as noisy and lively as always. The streets were bustling, and the air was heavy with worldly dust. 

“Lin Xun isn’t an ordinary person. Who would dare to imagine that he would succeed?”

“What is a miracle? That’s it. I heard that a purple lightning tribulation descended from the sky when the spear was born. It is unheard of!” 

“From now on, who can stop Lin Xun from rising? So what if he is arrogant? So what if he is unrestrained? He has real skills and abilities!”

The old man heard nothing but discussions about Lin Xun as he led the donkey along the bustling streets. 

He couldn’t help but assume a strange expression. We haven’t seen each other in a long time. It turns out the youngster can now cast rune armaments! 

The old man couldn’t...