"Taking leave?" Yu Huatian set down the document, slightly surprised.
"Yes. Lord Zhao has requested a month's leave."
"Understood. You may leave." Yu Huatian showed no emotion as he waved the man away.
He could not really control Zhao Huai'an... Though they both belonged to Empress Dowager's faction, Yu Huatian actually felt more at ease whenever Zhao Huai'an was not around.
Besides, compared with Zhao Huai'an's sudden departure, there was something else that greatly concerned Yu Huatian.
It was intelligence regarding the Ruins of the Storm—the Ruins of the Storm, one of the human race's major strongholds in foreign lands, had recently been secretly gathering large numbers of independent cultivators. Its soldiers had also been mobilized frequently... It seemed a major operation was imminent.
And the master of the Ruins of the Storm was none other than Prince Tianxiang, one of the four princes of Nether Heaven.
"Could His Highness be planning to fight one of the great lords of the Witch God Empire?"
The region where the Ruins of the Storm stood was unbelievably rich in resources. Back then, the Alliance and the Empire had already fought over this fertile land. The war had lasted nearly a year before ending with the Taiwang Line being established as the boundary, after which Prince Tianxiang had been appointed to take charge.
Even so, two great lords of the Empire stood opposite the Ruins of the Storm, eyeing it like tigers. Friction between both sides had never ceased.
"Keep a close eye on the Ruins of the Storm's movements. Two reports every day."
"Yes, sir!"
The Ruins of the Storm was extremely prosperous. The number of cultivators passing through each day was even more than one and a half times that of White Steel City. Yet beneath this prosperity, its