Because he had needed to conceal his tracks, by the time Ye Yu returned to Great Yan Imperial City, seven days had already passed.
Looking at the Great Yan Imperial City as it was now, even Liu Qi could not help but sigh with emotion.
Though Great Flame's former scale had never been worth his notice, seeing an imperial dynasty decline so swiftly still left him somewhat wistful.
To accomplish something, perhaps one needed thousands upon thousands of efforts. But to fail, only one was needed.
Ye Yu swept a faint glance over the current imperial city and headed straight into the imperial palace.
The palace had already fallen into Yuan Xiang's hands; he simply had yet to announce it to the outside world.
Upon learning of Ye Yu's arrival, Yuan Xiang hurriedly summoned the last remnants of Great Yan Dynasty's old guard to gather at the palace.
The old ministers quickly arrived in the hall. Each one looked at Yuan Xiang with utmost caution, scarcely daring to breathe.
Their hearts began pounding as well, for they had no idea why Yuan Xiang had suddenly summoned them this time.
Suddenly, several sets of footsteps sounded outside the hall. Under the sunlight, the silhouettes of two people and one beast appeared. Yet because they were backlit, no one could see their faces clearly.
"Master." Yuan Xiang respectfully bowed.
The people in the hall also hurriedly knelt with bitter smiles. They were merely fish upon the chopping block now.
They had no idea what kind of person Yuan Xiang's master was. It would have been wonderful if it were the former Ye Yu, but they also knew that was unrealistic.
Great Yan was now a scalding hot potato. Who would be willing to take it on?
Ye Yu stepped into this familiar