It seemed as though the bloody wind and rain of those three days had never existed.
They seemed to have forgotten, that not long ago.
The supernatural entities vying for this land with them.
More so, they forgot who fought desperately to protect them.
That teenager monarch towering above all, looking down on all beings.
At this moment, Zhang Beixing was leisurely seated on the dragon chair in the Imperial Palace.
He closed his eyes to rest and was contemplating something.
Suddenly, he abruptly opened his eyes.
His gaze was sharp as lightning, shooting towards the outside of the hall.
"What's the matter?"
He spoke coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"Mas... Master, I dare to report one matter..."
A timid voice suddenly rang outside the hall.
Upon closer examination, it was none other than the bloodied and severely injured... Richard and Alina!
"Master, the Holy See, over there, seems to be moving..."
Richard forced down his pain, speaking word by word.
