Hall of All Clans.
In the Suspended Imperial Palace.
Empyrean Tian sat at the top, dressed in a golden robe, surrounded by flames, like a sun emitting boundless light that could illuminate the nine heavens and ten earths.
Beside him, Bai Ze stood with hands behind his back, wearing a white robe, his long hair cascading behind him, each strand glistening, dancing without wind, exuding a sense of timelessness.
The two of them did not speak, seemingly waiting for something.
"Lord Emperor, all the ancient texts have been fully translated!"
After an unknown amount of time, a figure, pale and emaciated, with a weak aura, walked in.
This person was the Master of Literature!
In his hand, he held a spatial ring.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Upon hearing this, Empyrean Tian quickly stood up, walked down the nine steps, took the spatial ring from the Master of Literature's hand, and said with a smile.
