Xu Tianran slowly clenched his fist.
The Consecration Hall, Mingde Hall, those stubborn aristocratic clans.
And those Soul Engineer legions that had never truly been willing to pledge allegiance to him.
You all thought yourselves above everyone else. You all believed you could influence my decisions.
Very well.
Then let time prove who was truly capable of leading the Sun Moon Empire to glory.
"Just wait..."
Xu Tianran looked out at the pitch-black night sky beyond the window, his voice low and cold.
"Since I was able to sit in this position once, I will never let anyone take it from me."
"No matter who it is!"
Xu Tianran's expression was nearly crazed, his eyes filled with obsession and cruelty.
"Finally... we're back."
Inside the carriage, Meng Hongchen leaned against the soft seat and gazed at the familiar buildings outside the window, unable to stop herself from letting out a long breath.
Ming Capital.
The city where she had lived since childhood had finally appeared before her eyes once more.
Looking at the buildings filled with the aura of Soul Tool technology, the Soul Tool cars speeding through the streets, and the low-altitude Soul Tool aircraft occasionally streaking across the sky, Meng Hongchen's face revealed a long-lost sense of ease.
It's still more comfortable here.
This was the world that belonged to Soul Engineers.
Although Shrek Academy bore the title of the continent's foremost academy, possessed thousands of years of heritage, and had produced countless powerful figures.
For Soul Engineers like them, who had grown up at Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy, its environment had ultimately always felt out of place.
Especially during the past year of exchange study, they had come to understand that all too deeply.
Most of the other team members in the convoy shared