The next day.
The Star Luo Empire.
Under Zhu Zhuyun and the Chancellor's benevolent rule and lenient policies, the empire was governed in perfect order.
The people were happy, too, and had given their newly crowned female emperor a new title-the Empress.
"Have you heard? Her Majesty the Empress personally organized a grand martial soul tournament in the western district of Star Luo City!"
The news swept through the streets and alleys like a spring breeze, setting everyone abuzz.
"They say this tournament is meant to select promising talents. Anyone who stands out and places in the top three can leap through the dragon gate, enter the imperial court, and receive careful nurturing from the Royal Family."
"One day, these gifted young people may become the empire's next generation of generals, wielding their swords to secure the realm and bring peace to its people."
"Even more exciting, this tournament is specifically for ambitious young talents of humble origins between eighteen and twenty-two!"
"Highborn or lowborn, anyone with outstanding martial prowess has a chance to show what they can do!"
"That's so freaking cool! This basically gives loads of ordinary Soul Masters a chance!"
"Right! I heard it's about to start. Let's go take a look!"
"And Her Majesty the Empress will be there in person!"
"Speaking of Her Majesty, I remembered hearing yesterday that some Soul Master from who knows where actually declared he'd take first place, then confess his love to her..."
"Holy crap, that's insane! Isn't he afraid Her Majesty will off him?"
"Who knows? Hurry up, or we won't get front-row spots!"
"Yes, yes! I'm not missing this juicy drama!"
Chen Jue and his two companions wove through the bustling crowd, surrounded by the people's exclamations and chatter.
At those words, a cold sneer flashed in