Ten Million Incense Points, Jing Taizong

Jiang Ziyu stood by a window and quietly looked at the heavy rain outside with a cup of hot tea in his hand.

Over the years, he had aged very quickly. At seventy years old, he was no longer as dignified as before. He was like an ordinary man in his twilight years.

"So you're right. You are the destiny of Great Jing."

Jiang Ziyu smiled and muttered. He began to recall his glorious life, and it was all thanks to his father.

Perhaps it was time to leave.

Jiang Ziyu thought to himself.

An hour later, Jiang Changsheng disappeared into thin air while the heavy rain continued to expel the scorching heat from the ground.

On the other side, Jiang Changsheng's figure appeared above the states in Qian Province and began to Summon Wind and Rain, bringing heavy rain to the citizens of the Qian Province.

Within the courtyard.