Great Qian Dynasty, the imperial capital, within the palace.
Yang Kun, with hands clasped behind his back, stood atop the Golden Throne Hall, facing the revered seat that countless people looked up to, and took step by step towards it.
Whoosh!
Yang Kun seated himself upon the throne.
Gently caressing the dragon-head armrests, a dazzling gleam flashed across his eyes as a faint smile curved at his lips. He murmured to himself, "This is what it feels like to reign supreme, to wield the power of nations… This place, at last, belongs to me!"
Leaning against the throne, Yang Kun's thoughts returned to ten days prior…
He had sent the assassins of Blood Shadow Tower to kill Xiao Yi, wishing to use the power of the Sword Dynasty to eliminate Xiao Yi, but ultimately, his plan was exposed and came to Emperor Qian's knowledge.
Emperor Qian rebuked Yang Kun harshly and even intended to establish Yang Ling as Crown Prince.
Yang Kun broke completely with Emperor Qian.
Afterward…
