On the throne of the gods.
A voice echoed softly:
"In this world, who is not born a slave to destiny?"
"They merely shift from a wild fate to becoming slaves of our artificial fate."
In the palace, the newly ascended Emperor Lingyuan held a golden scepter, smiling slightly, looking at the dukes, noble families, and powerful clans below.
It was with the support of these people that he could ascend to the top.
His gaze fell upon these court ministers, then upon the Prime Minister Masked Emperor, feeling that this prime minister certainly understood the times and knew to submit to him.
Suddenly, Emperor Lingyuan said: "Prime Minister, speak of the current world."
The Masked Emperor sighed inwardly, unsure of what the Night Emperor was playing at, not even knowing the Night Emperor's disappearance.
But he knew that fellow surely had some calculation.
So he submitted to this new emperor, silently waiting for the Night Emperor's move, and said leisurely:
