Crack, crack—
In the sky, a thousand feet high, lead-gray clouds piled up, and a misty spring rain drizzled down.
After the great battle had ended, the rain lost control and continued to pour down more and more torrentially.
Divine Capital Second City.
On the raised pavilion of the White Jade Square, it was utterly silent. One after another, people cast their gazes toward the main seat of the principal banquet area.
There, two figures stood up, even the Emperor, dressed in a bright yellow robe, stood up.
The atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment.
The Empress's phoenix hairpin trembled slightly, revealing a hint of astonishment in her fine eyes as she looked at the Emperor, whose face was shrouded with immense divinity and qi-blood.
"Let me do it."
The Emperor spoke.
His tone was filled with undeniable authority.
The wind whistled, bringing with it a few shattered spring rain droplets, adding a slight chill to the air.
