While the Eastern Region trembled under the weight of the collapsing mountain, the ripples of the silver Supreme Qi traveled far beyond the borders of the desolate lands, reaching the senses of those who sat at the edges of the Central Region.
And the Blue Wind Kingdom also detected this.
In the eyes of the Four Cardinal Regions, Blue Wind Kingdom was a transcendent superpower, a behemoth with a genuine Saint guarding its borders.
Yet, within the predatory hierarchy of the Central Region, it was merely a third-rate power—a vassal state that jumped at the command of any pampered heir from the Imperial Capital's Great Clans.
At this moment, within the royal palace of Blue Wind, the Crown Prince Ao Long sat beneath the delicate pink petals of a peach blossom tree.
He was a man of striking beauty, with long blue hair that cascaded like a waterfall and eyes the color of a summer sky.
But his face, usually a mask of regal calm, was currently twisted in a knot of vein-popping fury.
