"Sigh, the show's over. What a pity. Let's go. We're about to get busy."
"But the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. When it does, it'll be my home turf."
The Jiuyin Child said with a smile.
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...
「Meanwhile.」
In the Divine Capital, inside the resplendent Imperial Study of the majestic imperial palace.
A tall and imposing figure sat upon the Throne.
The man wore a Dragon Robe and had a fine, flowing beard. His eyes were impassive, exuding a sense of lofty detachment. His towering figure gave off an immense pressure, as if he were the sky itself, looking down upon the world.
The Son of Heaven of Great Wei, Emperor Hengyang.
At the foot of the dais stood a figure, hands clasped and body bowed. He wore a Purple Xiezhi Robe. His build was sleek, not at all burly, and his face was fair and androgynous. However, his charming, almond-shaped eyes were filled with a murderous apathy, creating a stark contrast.
