In the silent East Palace, the temperature was plunging rapidly, cold enough to bite to the bone.
"You are the first woman who has ever made me lose my composure, and you are also my only weakness! I hope you won't force me to eliminate that one weakness!" Xu Tianran tossed out a token, then set down the brush he had been using to review memorials and pushed his wheelchair farther and farther away.
In the icy palace, Orange remained motionless, her smooth forehead pressed tightly to the floor. Under the slightly dim light, crystalline tears made the once-luxurious carpet on the ground look somewhat dull.
The token engraved with the three words "Regent" was only a mere ten centimeters from Orange, yet her trembling hand moved toward it extremely slowly, as if that tiny distance were the farthest reach of the world.
"I'm sorry..."
"So this is the Ming Capital? As expected of the Sun Moon Empire, whose overall strength far surpasses the other three great empires!"
Since this Spirit Master Tournament was being held by the Sun Moon Empire, and with the changes to the tournament format, every major sect across the continent whose younger generation met the entry requirements wanted to use this chance to make a name for themselves.
As a result, the already overcrowded capital of the Sun Moon Empire became even more congested.
However, it was often at times like this that a nation's powerful system could be seen. Even though the population of the Ming Capital had suddenly increased because of this tournament, inns of all sizes and temporary residences were being built in an orderly fashion.
"Hey! Have you been here before? How about taking me shopping?" Song Xun'er pointed at Jian Tongming beside her and said haughtily.
"I've never been here