Inside the Imperial Study.
In the grand hall, an incense burner was placed, its smoke curling upwards, creating a calming and invigorating ambiance.
"The Red Dragon Immortal Mansion!"
Qin Wudao sat on the imperial throne, holding a letter sent from the Sky Sword Pavilion. It was a thin piece of paper, yet it exuded an unparalleled sharpness, like a deadly weapon. Without a certain level of cultivation, one could not decipher the words on the letter. Furthermore, its terrifying pressure would suppress them, forcing them to kneel indefinitely.
Qin Wudao closed the letter, placing it on his imperial desk. A grateful smile touched his lips. Senior, you have done me another great favor!
