It was late.
A heavy snow, like goose feathers, drifted down.
The wind had picked up.
And with it, more snow.
"Mm."
Emperor Jie nodded, his gaze drifting outside. With just one look, he found he could not turn away.
His wait was over.
Outside, a figure stood—a young man in a Muddy World Profound Robe, looking like an Immortal. Separated by the door, he had been watching him for a long, long time.
The Second Realm of Power: Merging with Heaven and Earth.
A First Grade could not see him.
A Grandmaster could not see him either.
But he could.
A High Tier Qi Cultivator, equal to an Innate Grandmaster! This was why he, in this chaotic world, could sit firmly on the Emperor's throne and keep the realm stable.
Jie was delighted.
He asked a question.
"I have followed the Xuanlong Imperial Strategy, making the Three Sects bow and the Nine Clans submit. The people are at peace, and the flames of war are extinguished. Am I not a good Emperor?"
