The following day, at dawn.
When the sky was yet to fully brighten,
And a faint chill still lingered in the air,
In the Da Feng Dynasty, Zijin Prefecture.
Within an imperial palace vast in its expanse, radiating an aura of majesty and solemnity,
Stood a hall that housed only two people.
At that moment, the matter at hand concerned the new Emperor of the Da Feng Dynasty, ruler over the two prefectures,
Feng Wumian, whose combined strength was unmatched in the entire dynasty.
He sat quietly in the main seat, his right hand resting on the edge of the Golden Throne.
His head was propped on the palm of that right hand,
His gaze placid and leisurely as he looked into the distance,
His eyes devoid of focus, his face betraying no emotion.
It seemed as though he was pondering something.
Standing beside Feng Wumian, clad in unadorned gray attire, with long gray hair,
Was a middle-aged man of seemingly remarkable presence.
