Jiang Ding followed King Shen Shan toward the imperial palace step by step, as though walking into the gaping maw of an Ancient Desolation Beast.
Though it was called an imperial palace, it was in truth an incomparably vast complex of majestic halls. Many high-ranking kings of the Flame Stone Family, as well as the Great Emperor's numerous blood relatives, resided here.
This place possessed the finest spiritual energy density in the Flame Stone Star Domain, the best cultivation grounds for body refinement. Countless powerful youths of the Flame Stone Star Domain had spent their younger years here.
As for the Great Emperor, he was not here. The Minor World was far too cramped for him. Though he could endure it, it was not a suitable residence.
The Great Emperor's true residence was among the stars.
After walking for a while, Jiang Ding showed a trace of surprise.
"This direction doesn't seem to lead to the Flame Liu Imperial Son's heir apparent palace?"
he asked in surprise.
"Blood River King, you should address the Imperial Son as Master."
King Mo Shan appeared at some unknown point and said coldly, "The Imperial Son does not wish to see you for now. You have been assigned to the Household Hall, where you will wait until the Imperial Son wishes to summon you."
"As for when that will be, it depends on the Imperial Son's mood."
"Is that so?"
Blood River King smiled.
The kings moved swiftly. Before long, they arrived at a cramped, narrow, exceedingly old palace. Calling it a palace was generous—it was really just a three-story building, shabby in every respect.
This was the Flame Stone Family's Household Hall, an institution overseeing the tax and fiscal administration of more than ten Minor Worlds. Its authority and responsibilities were immense, yet