At this moment, in Chang'an City, inside a long narrow meeting hall of the Great Tang Dynasty Government.
Fairy Qinglian, Li Jing, Kongdu Zen Master, and others were seated on both sides. Besides three of them, there stood a heroic golden-armored youth.
This person carried a pale golden war spear on his back, his aura fused completely with the spear, inseparable from one another.
Fairy Qinglian was meditating with her eyes closed, while Li Jing repeatedly rubbed the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda in his hand. Kongdu Zen Master lowered his head, clasped a hand in front of him, and fiddled with the prayer beads. The golden-armored youth stood motionless, his exceptionally bright eyes looking outside the door, flashing with an intimidating sharpness.
No one spoke in the hall, and the atmosphere was rather dull.
At this moment, footsteps were heard from outside, and Yuan Tiangang walked in with a heavy expression.
