"Master, you are mighty! Long live the Master!"
On the city wall, countless soldiers were cheering and jumping with joy.
They crowded around Zhang Beixing, as fervent as zealots.
Because this was their faith.
The monarch they were willing to give everything to protect!
But Zhang Beixing remained indifferent to this scene.
As if victory was already in the bag.
How could mere alien races shake his determination to win?
He slowly turned around to face the heavens.
The dragon robe fluttered, exuding supreme honor.
"My beloved subjects, the great task is accomplished."
"Now, the world is settled, and all hearts are aligned."
"We are the true masters of this universe and its time!"
His voice was powerful and resonant, each word carrying immense weight.
"But the rebels in the Central Plains have not yet been eradicated."
"The northern campaign is imminent; we must not let our guard down."
His words were full of wisdom and open-mindedness.
