Luke looked shocked. He was slightly better informed than Clay and Anton, and knew just how terrifying a Spirit Interpreter's status was. "Looks like this person is an exception."
The powerful man grunted. "You can think of him as a second Wendy Yu Shan."
"You managed to gravely injure even Wendy Yu Shan. You can't deal with him?" Luke asked quietly.
The powerful man's gaze sharpened. "Young Master Luke, please forget who I am. After all, our two sides are at war."
Luke fell silent.
"Besides, Wendy Yu Shan attacked our empire of her own accord, which was why the empire gravely injured her. And even so, the empire still didn't dare kill her. On top of that, this Purple Mountain King's identity is even more complicated than Wendy Yu Shan's," the powerful man said gravely.
Inside the imperial palace, Lu Yin stood in the court hall. He vaguely remembered his first visit here, when everyone had stared at him. The pressure of that moment had left a lasting impression, but now everything had changed.
He wondered how many people would be able to return here once the empire was rebuilt. Lu Yin sighed and looked up at the highest seat. Whoever sat there could look down upon the Thirteen Territories and hold countless lives in their hands. That was the Imperial Seat.
Lu Yin approached it step by step.
At the same time, Huo Qingshan and Roke Ona appeared inside the imperial palace, along with Banjiao and one last beautiful woman. She was Liuying Zi Shan, who had been gravely injured earlier and left to recuperate on Imperial Capital Star.
The four did not show themselves. They quietly watched the court hall as Lu Yin approached the Imperial Seat, their expressions complicated. No one could tell what they were