Outside the Imperial City, on a vast plain.
At this moment, a middle-aged man appeared. He was dressed ordinarily and seemed indistinguishable, but there was an unhidden sense of authority gleaming between his brows.
He moved slowly towards the Imperial City.
"The fortune of Dawu is incredibly strong!"
The middle-aged man looked up at the fortified Dawu Imperial City, feeling the robust and fiery fortune of Dawu, his complexion slightly changed, as such fortune didn't seem typical of a two-star Imperial Dynasty.
"Besides some young children, even the most ordinary people are at the realm of crossed pulses - a nation of martial artists? I see no signs of illness. This is something that only a four-star Imperial Dynasty would possess. What is the origin of the ruler of Dawu to be able to create such a powerful dynasty so quickly!"
This middle-aged man observed the swarming crowd moving within Dawu Imperial City.
"Spiritual Rice, everyone is eating Spiritual Rice!"
