Xu Jiawei did not dwell on why Huo Yuhao insisted on securing an imperial title for Huo Yun'er at the finals of the Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament. The request could not have been simpler for him, and he readily agreed.
"Don't tell me the fourth one is also related to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion!" Xu Jiawei asked.
It really was!
"Your Majesty, my final condition is this: no matter what, please bring the White Tiger Duke back before the finals of the Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament. And make absolutely certain that your dear younger sister attends as well.
"After all, they're my dearest friends and family, however you look at it. I've directed a grand drama for them-a grand emotional drama."
Huo Yuhao's voice was icy, his eyes filled with cruelty. The sight sent chills through Xu Jiawei's heart. One glance was enough to tell him that the grand drama Huo Yuhao spoke of was nothing pleasant.
The next day.
Early that morning, Star Luo City, the seat of power of the Star Luo Empire, was already working at a frantic pace. His Majesty's two sudden orders had left every minister scrambling like someone with his head scorched and his brow singed.
Once the decrees were drafted, Xu Jiawei personally inspected and approved them. The chancellor then dispatched them to every city and town in the empire. Dedicated agencies also had to be established, publicity stations set up throughout the country, and special teams sent out to spread the word across the entire empire.
Clearly, Xu Jiawei was in a tremendous hurry.
Nor would he tolerate any questions or objections. That morning alone, four pillars of the court who had dared to remonstrate had already been beheaded in the Golden Hall.
And that was far from all