Yan Ding said, “It’ll be bad if Luo Bingfeng kills his way out.”

Without waiting for Song Zining’s reply, the old man from the imperial court said, “He won’t. He isn’t sure if we’re luring him out into a trap. If I were him, I would never take such an unnecessary risk. At least inside the city, the holy mountain gives him an edge. Look!”

The old man flicked his finger, shooting countless crystalline granules from his fingertips that turned into a shower of graceful snowflakes. Some of the snow fluttered down, but the rest remained hanging in the air, outlining a domed crystalline barrier over the holy mountain.

“This is the domain of the holy mountain, and it looks even more powerful than I’d anticipated.”

The airship was parked not far off from the holy mountain. Seeing just how close the barrier was, one of the people said with a worried expression, “What should we do if he charges out and attacks us?”

Many people looked concerned.

Song Zining laughed. “No need to worry! Luo Bingfeng is a hero who despises ambushes, lest his name becomes tarnished. I’m the only one who’ll do such a thing, ...