Feng City was located inland to the south. It used to be the capital of the Zheng Dynasty and was as large as the imperial city of Luoshui.
Now that the Zheng Dynasty had withdrawn from the ruling stage, the empire was renamed the Wan Xiu Alliance.
However, Feng City was still the most prosperous city in the south.
Duanmu Qinghui used Feng City as the axis to compress his forces and open up a faraway defense line. Relying on the favorable terrain and other strong cities, he stationed his main forces to resist the Xuanyuan Clan's attack.
However, the south of Feng City and the coastal hinterland were all out of control.
Feng City's defense line was relatively solid. With the Night Net Palace holding the line, there was no need to worry for the time being.
However, the coastal hinterland was a huge hole. Without the coastline, they couldn't send people out to sea to ask for help.
All the islands overseas had been seized by the Xuanyuan Clan. The Xuanyuan Clan's forces were like a large net that was constantly tightening. The Wan Xiu Alliance was like a turtle in a jar.
Fortunately, the tide had risen recently and the coastline was submerged by the South Sea. Deep sea monsters often appeared and caused a lot of trouble for the Xuanyuan Clan.
Perhaps Xuanyuan Wuba knew that Qin Hao and the others wouldn't risk going out to sea.
Therefore, there weren't many troops stationed overseas.
The Xuanyuan Clan didn't even think about attacking from behind.
Duanmu Qinghui and Qin Hao's group were all trapped in Feng City's front line. If they broke through Feng City, they would be wiped out in one fell swoop. They wouldn't fight with the deep sea monsters for the sea. That would only increase the clan's casualties.
Even so, Duanmu Qinghui didn't dare to be careless. After some discussion, the right faction divided three armies to guard the rear to prevent Xuanyuan Wuba from launching a sneak attack.
At this moment, in the center of Feng City, a magnificent and ancient imperial palace stood tall.
A long time ago, this palace had been filled with the laughter of the Zheng Dynasty.
But now, it was a cold and empty palace.
Even though people would come to clean and repair it every once in a while, it was usually closed and looked like a ghost palace.
Today, it was open!
Qin Hao left the bamboo grove and followed Duanmu Qing.
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Duanmu Qing and the others stepped into the Zheng Dynasty's old palace.
Que 'er stayed behind to take care of Xiao Han.
In the magnificent and ancient imperial palace, the Discussion Hall that used to be worshiped by hundreds of officials was bustling again........................
However, the crowd in the hall was divided into two groups, with one group standing on the left and the other on the right.
There were very few people on the left side. Most of them were civil officials, and their tasks were relatively low. Their overall aura was very weak.
They were the leftist faction that supported Duanmu Qinghui.
On the right, it was completely different. The voices of the people were like a cauldron, and the laughter was endless. The number of people made up eighty percent of the people in the hall. Moreover, most of them were powerful generals. Occasionally, there would be a weak and scholarly official, but they were also Shangshu and Prime Ministers with strong auras. Any Shangshu or Prime Minister here could directly look down on the group of weak officials on the left.
This was the rightist camp of the Myriad Cultivator Alliance.
At the very front of the Rightist camp, there was a huge armchair made of tiger skin. Sitting on the chair was an old man with a serious expression and a long beard.
The old man's bones looked huge. When he stood up, he should be very tall. The aura he exuded was not any weaker than Qing Lao's. Clearly, he was also a half-step Yuan Thearch powerhouse.
This was the Grand Elder of the Right Faction of the Myriad Cultivator Union, Xiang Bu!
Xiang Bu's status in the Myriad Cultivator Alliance was very high. He was like a local tyrant. Other than Duanmu Qinghui who dared to stand in front of him, no one else dared to look directly at him.
However, with the addition of Dan Ge, Gnawing Iron Bite naturally stood on the left. After all, Qing Lao had helped Qin Hao before. Imperceptibly, this added some momentum to the leftist faction.
But compared to the rightist faction, the gap was still obvious.
In the huge palace, everyone was chatting and laughing while waiting!
In addition, there was also a young man in blue in the hall. He was very special. He stood neither on the left nor the right. He exuded a gentle and elegant temperament, and his pair of clean eyes carefully looked at the hall.
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His eyes looked at every golden coiled dragon pillar, every wall and floor, and even every corner. Finally, his eyes fixed on the highest dragon chair.
The young man's eyes were filled with a kind of fascination.
Once upon a time, his ancestor sat on that dragon chair.
But that was only the past!
At this time, Qin Hao stepped into the Discussion Hall with everyone on his left and right.
The hubbub suddenly quieted down as everyone's gazes turned to look at him.
Qin Hao had been in the Myriad Cultivator Alliance for half a month. No matter if it was the leftist faction or the rightist faction, everyone was familiar with him. They knew that this kid in his early twenties was the master of Xiliang Dan Ge, and his alchemy skills were extraordinary.
They also knew that half a month ago, Dan Ge had fought with the Xuanyuan family in Golden Light City.
However, Qin Hao was not familiar with them.
"Duanmu Qinghui, your face is really big!"
At this time, Xiang Bu spoke. He slightly turned his body. His voice was very deep, and his eyes were extremely dissatisfied. He had waited for too long.
If not for his fear of Palace Lord Ye, he probably would not have been in the mood to wait for Qin Hao.
"Your face is usually bigger than mine!" Qing Lao coldly replied, and then stood on the left.
The first elder returned. Immediately, the low-ranking civil official on the left breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat off his face, feeling great pressure.
"Elder Xiang, hello everyone!" Qin Hao simply said. Living under someone else's roof, this was the proper etiquette.
But in his heart, he did not have much respect for them. After all, they were not familiar with each other.
After this, Qin Hao's gaze fell on the blue-clothed youth.
As for the blue-clothed youth, he also turned around and looked at Qin Hao with a smile.
Their gazes met. Qin Hao could not help but be surprised and somewhat excited. "Brother Qingchi, it's actually you!"
"Brother Qin Hao, long time no see!" Zheng Qingchi said. He was also very excited. He strode over and patted Qin Hao's shoulder.