Dragon Hall, from the depths of the ancient door, came a faint sigh.
"Did you sense it? An Martial Sovereign of our Empire has fallen."
"Hmm..." another aged voice responded.
"The northwest corner, Xia Tianming's space fluctuations have appeared again, it seems this lineage has not yet ended."
"Has he become a Martial Sovereign again? Truly the most outstanding Emperor's Son."
"Back then, during that incident, we were all in seclusion, never thinking Xia Tianming would do such a thing."
"The East Sea, after weighing the pros and cons, made such a choice; it's not surprising, yet I didn't expect so many variables."
"Send someone to investigate, during the time we were dormant, how many things have occurred concerning Xia Tianming's lineage."
"As you command."
Outside the dim door, the servant who had always kept his head bowed slowly bent over and agreed.
