Alina's red lips parted slightly, her eyes shimmering.
The admiration was evident, transformed into an enduring affection.
"Ha, this is just the beginning."
Zhang Beixing stood with his hands behind him, heaven and earth submitting beneath his feet.
Every step, he tread upon a path where countless people prostrated.
"The road ahead is still long."
"I will leave my mark on this land."
"Become the true ruler of the Dark Empire!"
Bold words, each syllable weighing a thousand pounds.
Swearing to herald a brand-new era.
An epoch belonging to the Dark Emperor.
From then on, no more adversaries in the world.
Only solitude, seeking defeat, unifying all directions!
"Tell me, what is the enemy's strength? Is there anything else to guard against?"
Zhang Beixing turned his head, looking at the system in his mind.
[Master, this Lord of the Darknight, although he is already submissive, is after all a vassal of the Dark Faction.]
