Royal Capital.
Imperial Palace.
The sky was clear for miles around, the air pure and bright.
But at this moment, a faint oppressive atmosphere pervaded the imperial palace's rear garden.
"Holy Emperor, have you really made up your mind?" Xu Xiao stood behind Ji Minghao, his tone heavy.
"I have thought about it for a long time and very clearly. The Ji Clan's foundation cannot be defeated by my hands. With the Martial Saint's dissolution, we have lost the protection of this world's strongest figure. With the current power of the imperial family, with the current power of Great Xia, maintaining the strength of Great Xia's foundation is impossible. Only by seeking protection can Great Xia's foundation remain undefeated." Ji Minghao slowly spoke, his tone filled with calmness.
