The old man's face was marked with deep wrinkles, and while he wasn't hunchbacked, his eyes were somewhat dark, as if a corner of lusterless glaze had tainted them.
Palace Guards were not far behind, and Qiu Ji had left not long ago.
And yet, this place was still part of the Great Qi Imperial Palace; who knows how many strong figures were in residence.
But Jiang Wang still sensed a trace of danger.
The sense of danger seemed to emanate from the old man, but it was not directed at him.
Jiang Wang inquired, "Which Palace Master?"
"Longevity." The old man said.
Longevity Palace Master Jiang Wuqi!
Why would this 'most like the current Sovereign' Prince suddenly extend an invitation?
Because of Zhang Song? Because of Yellow River's Kui? Because of Jiang Wuyou?
Jiang Wang thought of many possibilities in an instant.
He could completely refuse.
He now had the privilege to turn down a summons from any Prince. Even from the once most-favored Eleventh Prince by Emperor Qi.
