Yan Jun trembled with excitement. To reach this moment, he had endured countless hardships and strived for so many years, finally achieving his goal today.
He fought to suppress the excitement nearly bursting out of him, his face flushed and beaming as he waved his hand.
"My dear ministers..."
He hadn't even uttered the words "you may rise" when a deafening, earth-shattering BOOM suddenly rang out. A massive fireball, trailing a long tail of flame, tore through the roof and came crashing down on Yan Jun and the others...
The Xu Residence.
Dressed only in thin robes, Wu Liangchen was practicing his saber in the snow.
After days of honing his skills, the saber felt increasingly natural in his hands. It was as if it had become a part of him, an extension of his very own arm.
His mastery of the saber, which had long been stagnant, was finally showing signs of a breakthrough.
