In the Southern Bright Divine Temple, Ning Chen led Yin'er into the main hall. All eyes turned toward them, yet no one dared show the slightest disrespect.
Before the imperial throne, the Southern Bright Emperor looked at the white-haired man before him. A strange glint flashed through his imposing eyes as he said, "Marquis Ning, you honor us with your presence. Forgive me for failing to welcome you from afar."
Within the hall, Ning Chen gazed at the ruler of the Southern Bright Divine Dynasty and replied calmly, "As agreed, I have come to pay a visit."
The two faced one another, their immense divine might spreading soundlessly as it clashed in the air.
On either side of the hall, the dynasty's ministers trembled slightly and retreated several steps.
A startling sight unfolded. Air currents raged through the hall, and countless formation inscriptions were instantly destroyed, unable to withstand the divine pressure.
In but a few breaths, the ministers in the hall felt as though they had been cast into hell, barely able to endure that terrifying oppression.
After ten breaths, Ning Chen waved his hand, dispersing the lingering shockwaves in the hall. Smiling, he said, "Your Majesty's cultivation is truly unfathomable."
"Marquis Ning's abilities are equally astonishing."
Before the imperial throne, the Southern Bright Emperor said indifferently, "Attend him. Bring a seat."
"Yes!"
Within the hall, two divine generals accepted the order and carried over a Kirin Chair, placing it before the gathered ministers.
"Thank you."
Ning Chen offered his thanks without ceremony, then walked to the Kirin Chair and sat down.
Yin'er followed him and stood obediently behind him.
Above, the Southern Bright Emperor looked at the white-haired man below and said, "In less than sixty years, Marquis Ning has conquered the entire Southeast Territory. A hero truly