Yesterday's storm had cleared the air, and the common folk had already begun their daily routines as the palace gates swung open. Both the Martial World and the citizens flocked to the Imperial Palace to participate in the once-a-decade grand ceremony. Jiang Yuan from Ying Country reached the palace, and the sight that met his eyes was the ever-familiar Imperial Palace of Chen Country.
Majestic, quiet, lavish, and splendid.
The imperial guard, eunuchs, and maids were all in perfect order.
Emperor Chen, Chen Dingye, walked leisurely among them, unflustered.
Jiang Yuan felt a mix of admiration and shock, and suddenly he sighed, unable to hold back, "Is this the authority of an Emperor? One fury to bring death upon the land, here slaughter and there nonchalant feasting, drinking at ease only to return as if nothing had ever happened."
"It seems as if nothing is impossible."
"A true man should be just like this."
