Blue Moon Imperial City.
Inside the colossal and awe-inspiring Imperial Palace, crafted with heavenly jade and celestial stones, the sun cast golden rays across the polished marble floors. Silken curtains fluttered softly as wind brushed past the archways, carrying with it the scent of blooming moonlotus from the Royal Garden.
At the tallest balcony of the palace, a man stood, draped in a long imperial robe embroidered with azure dragons and phoenixes. A regal crown adorned his head, the sapphire gem at its center reflecting the midday light. His sharp gaze swept over the cityscape before him. Countless rooftops, market squares, banners, and crowds of commoners lay beneath his view. It was a kingdom thriving under the peace his ancestors built and he now ruled.
This was the Emperor of Blue Moon, Sovereign of the Eastern Sky, a Martial Saint whose presence demanded reverence.
His moment of silent contemplation was suddenly interrupted.
Tut, tut, tut...
