King Qing took in the whole of the Capital City.
The once-prosperous city now lay in ruins as far as the eye could see.
The Capital City was nearly devoid of people. Vines spread everywhere, twining through the broken walls and rubble in a crisscrossing tangle, as if the city stood between destruction and rebirth. Only the Imperial Palace still had people in it, and even they were barely hanging on.
The whole of Qingcheng was shattered, teetering on the brink of ruin.
The aura seeping from the spreading vines reminded King Qing of someone from his memories.
But that person's name now felt distant and unfamiliar, and his recollection of them ended at that terrifying, frigid river no one dared to investigate anymore.
Mo... Qing?
As countless eyes watched, King Qing's brows furrowed slightly in the sky above, then quickly smoothed.
His gaze lingered briefly on the King of the Black Rain Clan, then slowly rose to the clouds above.
"Come down. Is it fun watching from up there?"
King Qing's voice was calm, yet it carried clearly throughout the Capital City.
The King of the Black Rain Clan frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't dare make a move. The combined pressure of the four great families' elders was immense.
This wasn't simply a matter of four Rain-grade experts. The terrifying aura the four elders displayed when they joined forces was fully enough to let them fight a Demon Grade Anomaly like him!
Qing Country had been able to suppress the other countries and rule its corner of the world for so many years because it truly had deep foundations. It wasn't simply a matter of the royal bloodline.
Below, His Majesty had arrived, and the four clans' elders had taken control of the situation.