C267 Returning to the Imperial Capital

Hovering not far from the gates of the Long River Sect, Zhang Zhilin's face might have looked worse for wear, but the fierce battle spirit in his eyes burned as intensely as ever.

Gazing down at the gaping hole beneath him, Zhang Zhilin descended slowly. No sooner had his feet touched the ground than a wave of familiar dizziness washed over him. His legs buckled, and he nearly toppled backward