Fang Li successfully ascended the throne.
Everything had come as a surprise, yet it was also only natural.
Over the past few days, Jinjiang City had faintly begun to show the trend of ten thousand kingdoms paying homage.
Although the Bei Yue barbarians had already retreated, Great Qian still remained a grave threat within the Nine Provinces. Thus, Fang Li kept every ceremony for his enthronement as simple as possible.
Several days later.
Fang Xuan received an unfamiliar visitor.
The two sat facing each other in a pavilion, continuously sizing one another up.
After a long while, the man casually flicked his sleeve. A stream of clear water flowed down and into the cups before them. He said calmly, "I seem to sense several familiar auras from you. You..."
Fang Xuan said, "What meaning is there in bringing up the past? I am who I am. Still, I am quite surprised that the Barbarian Emperor came to honor this appointment today."
The man was none other than the Barbarian Emperor.
He was now the holder of the highest divine seat among the barbarians.
The Barbarian Emperor looked somewhat desolate. After pondering for a moment, he slowly asked, "You have already touched that realm?"
He could sense that the aura faintly emanating from Fang Xuan, who sat before him, was a hundred times denser than his own.
At their level of martial cultivation, they had long understood many things in their hearts.
Fang Xuan nodded lightly.
Ever since he had absorbed all of Huang Tian's lavish gifts and successfully fused the Qiankun Talisman, his strength could be said to have reached an entirely new realm.
The Barbarian Emperor nodded seriously. "If you can give my barbarian people a place to survive, I will owe you a debt of gratitude."
He knew