"Is that all the information on Li Yun, the Mystic Moon Prodigy?"
"This is way too fake, isn't it?"
In White Emperor City.
Inside a grand residence, Zhang Fengshen stared at the information his subordinates had gathered on Li Yun, his brows furrowed into the character for river.
Only twenty-three years old, yet already in the Heavenly Human Realm—Zhang Fengshen truly lived up to the two words "Fengshen."
Even in White Emperor City, his name carried immense weight, and he had countless admirers.
As the strongest among the original eight Holy Son Candidates, Zhang Fengshen nevertheless felt a profound sense of danger upon receiving news of Li Yun.
It was not merely because of Li Yun's strength. More importantly, Li Yun had somehow become involved with Bai Youruo.
Since ancient times.
White Emperor City had only ever had one master: the White Emperor Family.
It could be said that White Emperor City was in fact a dynasty with the White Emperor Family as its Royal Clan.
As the masters of White Emperor City, the White Emperor Family possessed absolute control over the city. Even the Liehuang Imperial Clan found this difficult to shake.
Yet right under the Liehuang Imperial Clan's nose, there stood a main city beyond the imperial clan's control. This clearly did not serve the Liehuang Imperial Clan's interests.
The White Emperor Family was a thorn in the Liehuang Imperial Clan's eye, a splinter in its flesh.
But as for pulling out that thorn, the Liehuang Imperial Clan had no such intention—at least, not openly.
For if it forcibly uprooted the White Emperor Family, the Liehuang Imperial Clan would have to pay an enormous price. It might even damage the very foundations of the imperial clan, turning it from prosperity to decline.
How would the Liehuang Imperial Clan