The Grand Hall of a Thousand Stars, a masterpiece of spatial architecture that seemed to hold the very cosmos within its vaulted ceilings, pulsed with the rhythmic hum of a hundred thousand high-level cultivators.
The atmosphere here was heavy with the intoxicating soup of premium spirit wine, the savory aroma of dragon-liver delicacies, and the sharp, electric tension of apex politics.
Chu Xueyu, the Ruthless Empress, gave a subtle, regal nod to her son, her gaze was a mixture of maternal pride and imperial command.
Beside her, Leng Shuang and Feng Yuyan took a coordinated step back, retreating into the shadow of the throne to allow the spotlight to fall squarely on the young man who had just rewritten the hierarchy of the Shen Clan.
Haoran stepped forward to the edge of the obsidian dais.
"Greetings, great powers of the Imperial Capital—"
