"Forming an alliance is out of the question, however, if the Burial Domain wishes to submit to me, I am willing to agree to that."
Jiang Hui stood tall and straight, like a green pine, atop the mysterious blue ritual altar. His gaze was deep, as if to penetrate the distant void.
Above the altar, a blue luminescence flickered, reflecting and enhancing the brilliance enveloping Jiang Hui's figure, lending him an even more otherworldly air.
Throughout it all.
Not a trace of emotion crossed Jiang Hui's face—neither sorrow nor joy, anger nor warmth—as if he were speaking to a stranger.
The white hem of his garment fluttered in the wind, rustling softly.
He felt a touch of melancholy.
A melancholy prompted both by the Burial Domain's uncharacteristically overt action, having always remained hidden and isolated from the world, and by his own rejection without a second thought.
What did he want?
