Xu Jiawei had only just returned to the imperial palace, and he was in a good mood.
The appearance of the new Flying Soul Tool had eased some of his worries over the precarious situation at the Ming Dou Border.
At the same time, he had traded an Ice Jade Scorpion Soul Bone that looked incomparably precious, but might not actually find anyone who could use it even after one or two thousand years, for a favor from someone who would one day stand among Shrek's pavilion elders.
On top of that, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Embryo had sold for a hundred and fifty million at auction. They had taken the opportunity to fleece the Sun Moon Empire, obtaining a batch of its precious soul tools and soul tool blueprints in lieu of payment. That put Xu Jiawei in an even better mood.
As long as things on Shrek's end held steady without any mishaps, and they could continue to deter the Sun Moon Empire, Xu Jiawei was confident that before his imperial passing, he could train a battle-hardened border army that would break a few of the Sun Moon Empire's teeth even if it tried to chew through them with its Soul Engineer Corps.
"The Star Luo River flows eastward~! The stars in the heavens bow to the Northern Dipper!"
It had been many days since Xu Jiawei had felt, as he did today, that everything lay within his grasp.
That sense of ease and freedom had drifted ever farther away through more than a decade of unchanging life as an emperor.
Ever since he had graduated from Shrek Academy and ascended the throne, he had lost the right he had enjoyed at Shrek to open his eyes each morning and discuss with his roommates which class had the