A clear breeze and jade dew, the Cold Sword Hua Palace.
In the world's Imperial Dynasty, Ji Ting sat high upon the imperial throne, his expression shifting between light and shadow as he listened to the Ji Clan ministers who presided over the world report on its various affairs.
All manner of tangled affairs surged into his mind, leaving this favored son of heaven vexed and distracted.
He waved a hand and dismissed the court.
Ji Ting leaned against the imperial throne, his expression filled with irritation.
A black-clothed figure appeared beside Ji Ting. Looking at his troubled expression, the elder sighed. "Ting'er, since you sit upon this imperial throne, you naturally have to face the affairs of the realm."
Hearing the elder beside him, Ji Ting shook his head. "Master, you know I only took this imperial throne because I wanted to obtain the world's Fortune."
"This world is not my ambition."
As he spoke, a trace of darkness surfaced in Ji Ting's eyes.
"But now, I have only obtained half of the world's Fortune."
The black-clothed elder shook his head. Looking at the gloom on Ji Ting's face, he said quietly, "Such are the times, such is fate. Su Eternal Life is of the Pei Clan. It is only natural that you cannot beat him in your struggle for the world's Fortune."
"This world belonged to the Pei Clan to begin with..."
Ji Ting trembled at those words and turned to look at the black-clothed elder. "Even you think I am inferior to him, Master?"
"He clearly only has cultivation at the peak of the Inquiry Realm, while I reached the Difficult Realm Peak long ago."
"All he has is the Pei Clan name. Why does everyone in this world think the world should be his!"
Seeing Ji