"Forget it. There's no point trying to explain it to you." The strange-looking young man stood up again. "I'm off."
Some people in the Alliance actually yearned to join an Immortal Sect?
They must have rocks in their heads. He certainly didn't yearn for that.
Then, just like the Dao Integration sword cultivator from before, he turned and walked into the fractured space.
If you were leaving, why did you sit back down just now?
The mayor smiled helplessly, took a bottle of wine from his storage ring, and poured it into a stemmed glass. The amber liquid swirled and rippled inside.
After filling it halfway, he set the bottle down and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance.
The mayor's office stood at the highest point in Clear Autumn City. The afterglow of the setting sun streamed between the towering buildings, as if gilding the world in gold.
Every so often, straight streaks of light flashed by, neatly dividing the golden radiance.
The scene before him was like a grand symphony.
"How wonderful..."
He took a sip of wine and closed his eyes, savoring it.
He was grateful to the exalted First Speaker of the Supreme Council, and grateful for everything the great Saint Emperor Abyss had brought.
Hah~
He loved stemmed glasses.
Especially the feeling of standing at the highest point with one in hand, looking down upon the world as if all living beings were prostrating at his feet. It intoxicated him.
For that moment, he seemed to forget those memories: of groveling in ancient times, and of struggling to survive on the Starry Sky Battlefield.
After a long while, he opened his eyes.
"What kind of view must the Supreme Council—and even the Immortal Sects—have...?"
A trace of longing rose in his eyes.