After the interviews, Shi Hao had given everyone an image of a boy who cultivated hard, whose will stayed firm, and who met hardship head-on.
He trained diligently, always pressed forward with his head held high, and refused to be beaten down.
Once word of today's events spread, the interview would surely become widely known too.
Then everyone under heaven would know what kind of person Loves Beast Milk Most was.
His fine reputation would travel far and wide.
Afterward, Shi Hao took Aman straight to the Fire Nation's Imperial Palace.
Uncle Meng was there, as were his parents. Of course he had to go.
Besides, Shi Hao was a little afraid to leave the Imperial Capital on his own now.
If someone abducted him, that would be awful.
This was no special place like Hundred Broken Mountain or the Kunpeng Nest.
Shi Hao had already been made a marquis, and he was not exactly weak.
But Venerables had gathered from across the Eight Domains. Here, they could wield their full strength without suppression.
Against them, he was nothing special.
He was still a weak, pitiful, helpless Human Race cub.
Martial King Manor was grand and imposing, but beside the Stone Kingdom Imperial Palace, it was nothing.
Calling it a small witch meeting a great witch would not begin to cover it.
The Imperial Palace towered, ancient and magnificent, its vast, weathered aura washing over him.
Sunlight fell across every building. Shimmering radiance gathered around them, making the place look like a retreat of the Gods.
The buildings of the Stone Kingdom Imperial Palace were enormous. People looked tiny beside them.
Up close, he had to crane his neck to see the tops of the halls.
It looked less like a palace built for ordinary people than one built expressly