"You may all rise."
A vast voice emanated from the high platform, silencing the shouts and cheers.
The Millennium Emperor's expression was inscrutable as he turned, his gaze piercing through the multitude to the boundless land beyond.
Whether it was Yi Chen's illusion or not, he thought he saw a glint of compassion in the eyes of this peerless sovereign.
"My fellows, the Qin ancestors paved their way by sheer perseverance, creating an everlasting legacy on this small piece of land. Ying Si shall wield the ancestral dragon sword, carry forward their will, and join you all to forge great feats once again!"
"Ten days ago, Lord Tan Lang said that in the age of great strife, the strong survive, the weak perish!"
