It was midnight, the moon bright and the stars sparse.
Two people strolled side by side through a dimly lit alley.
An Xuan'er wore a snow-white dress, with no jeweled hairpin adorning her head. Her black hair danced lightly in the breeze, her features exquisite, her beauty breathtaking-fully worthy of her reputation as the first beauty on the Rouge Ranking.
"Have you settled into life at the mansion?" Jia Huan asked, holding her hand.
An Xuan'er nodded slightly and smiled from the heart.
"I'm very happy there."
She could practice all sorts of martial arts every day. Although Jia Huan's frequent absences left her missing him, she spent her leisure hours chatting with Madam Zhao and the others, and her days were wonderfully full.
"That's good." Jia Huan nodded.
An Xuan'er slowed her steps and asked curiously,
"How strong are you?"
When she occasionally massaged him, she could vaguely sense inner qi filling the acupoints throughout his body.
"I should have a place on the Heavenly Ranking," Jia Huan said calmly.
An Xuan'er stopped abruptly, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief.
"You... you mean you're among the two hundred strongest people in the world?"
Jia Huan smiled without answering.
The top two hundred?
He had set his sights on seizing power, dragging the head of the Embroidered Uniform Guard from his position and taking his place!
That man Jiang ranked among the ten strongest in the world!
One step in seizing power was to crush Jiang before everyone's eyes, stripping away the authority he had built over so many years.
If his fists weren't hard enough, he couldn't even accomplish that. How could he talk of seizing power?
Gazing at his smile, An Xuan'er felt her heart surge, unable to escape her astonishment.
The top two hundred on the Heavenly