Su Chen didn't go to meet with Black Abyss. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't. Because... the Flame Emperor had arrived.
Year Three of the Great Zhou Xuanlong Dynasty.
The first day of the third month.
The Imperial Palace gradually settled down.
Within the Imperial City, the purge of traitors was still underway. As great clans fell, new elites rose, triggering another storm of blood.
But none of this had anything to do with Su Chen. He silently watched as the Flame Emperor personally poured him tea in the courtyard.
Even as the Captain of the Western Depot, he shouldn't have been granted such a great honor.
'What's the deal with this Little Eunuch?'
'Did His Majesty the Flame Emperor summon us just to watch him pour tea for this Little Eunuch?'
'This kid is in his twenties and has no cultivation aura whatsoever. He's obviously a nobody. What right does he have to make the Flame Emperor visit in person?'
