In the gardens of the Tian Jue Family, Tian Jue, whose body was nearly frozen, sat in a specially made wheelchair as a young, beautiful Celestial woman pushed him out.
"Jue, aren't we going to do anything?" The woman looked worriedly at the gray and white rays shooting into the void.
"What can I do?" There was not the slightest change on Tian Jue's ice-jade face, though a trace of sorrow showed in his eyes.
The woman sighed softly and said helplessly, "Our family has always been relatively close to the Emperor. If An Yi wins, life will probably be hard for our family from now on."
"Whether it is Tian Shu or An Yi, if they wish to gain a foothold in the universe and preserve their status as a great clan, it cannot be done by one man alone. No one will touch our family at a time like this. They still need us," Tian Jue said.
"But Tian Xun's pretty boy is a close minister of the Emperor Tian Shu. I fear the An Family will seize upon this matter and use it against our family." The woman's face was full of worry.
"There is no need to worry. He is he, and we are we. The Celestial Race needs us. Besides, An Yi may not necessarily win," Tian Jue reassured her.
"They say An Yi is a Space-type Law King, while Tian Shu has neglected himself for so many years..." The woman did not continue, but her meaning was clear.
"Rumors cannot be trusted. An Yi was never a Space-type Law King. The true Space Law King was that traitor Tian Jiu You," Tian Jue said blandly.
"Wasn't it said that although Tian Jiu You was Space-type, he was beneath An Yi? Otherwise, how did An