Negotiation

Zhang Ruochen walked out of the silver-gowned elder's hall and stood on the stone steps. He looked into the air and grinned. "Square Commandery Prince is completely doomed. I expect the pattern of Western Nine Prefectures to also have a dramatic change."

It was getting dark. The night was like pitch-black silk covering Devil Martial City, which was built high in the mountains, and making it extraordinarily mysterious.

Passing by the green stone streets, Zhang Ruochen stopped outside Huang Yanchen's practice mansion.

He did not knock on the door, but it opened by itself.

"Master, Her Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time," said a very beautiful maid of 16 or 17 years. She was holding a colorful lantern. She opened the door and led Zhang Ruochen inside.