118 Dispatch of the Nine Heavens Dictum!

It was already autumn now.

The autumn wind was growing chilly; an autumn shower made the weather seemed even bleaker.

As the breeze blustered above Tiantang City throughout the entire day, almost every man of Yutang, especially the warriors who had fought in battles, could not help but raise their heads to watch when they heard the ruffling noise.

This strong wind is sometimes the doing of our guardian, Supreme Wind, who manipulates the world’s air currents.

The wind roared in Tiantang. However, where had the hero gone to?

Early in the morning, three days later, a loud bellowing came from above Tiantang City. It was the autumn wind again. Wilted leaves danced on their way down as dust fogged up the air. The wind today seemed a lot stronger than usual...

Yun Yang emerged from his closed-door cultivation in the secret chamber, turning into a gust of wind with a twist of his body. He ascended into the sky soundlessly, becoming one with the roaring autumn wind.