Departure of the Victor

Ten days later.

The Sun had just rose, shedding down faint golden light that engulfed this entire ancient city.

Against the city wall, Chu Zhong Tian was rather expressionless. He wore a gold robe that resembled the Gods above. His temperament was divine and powerful.

Beside him, Huang Er wore an expensive looking purple robe. He had a silk ribbon scarf wrapped around his head and was holding onto a feathered fan. The wretchedness he normally exudes was not there. Instead, he looked full of intelligence and wisdom.

Below was where all the Supreme Headmasters and Clan Leaders stood. Behind them were the regular citizens.

Based on first glance and the headcount, amongst the group, there were at least several tens of thousands of people.

Everyone had respect written on their faces as they carefully checked out this new leader.