The night was slowly dispelled by the light, as the sun rose gently from the east.
In an extremely luxurious villa somewhere in Capital City, a man? or perhaps an old man? stood in front of the villa's window.
The reason for such a description was because this person's face was incredibly old, etched with deep wrinkles on his cheeks and forehead. However, the muscles on his body were well-defined, bulging against the fabric of his clothes, creating a jarring contrast as if the head and body belonged to two different individuals.
If Ye Chenfeng were to see this person, he could definitely recognize him at a glance as the ruler of the Swallowing Empire, the King.
The King's piercing eyes gazed through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the slowly rising sun in the east. In his right hand, he held a glass of red wine, gently swirling it as a hint of a smile appeared on his aged face before he gulped down the wine in one go.
