October 3rd, the weather turns cold, and the chill sets in early.
In the Chu Capital City, the citizens hurried back and forth, those with some wealth donned heavy clothing early.
However, within the Tongming Hall of the Imperial Palace, waves of heat rolled and warmth surged.
Moreover, the wind howled, with a deafening roar.
Under the attack of this heat, all the guards and eunuchs stood far away, not daring to get too close to the center, all with a hint of astonishment in their eyes, looking at each other.
"Mr. Taiyan, Daoist Lingdu, how do you find this king's power?"
A deep and resonant voice, like crashing thunder.
Where the voice came from, one could see a massive black shadow rolled up into a fierce wind, blowing the shadows of trees wildly, and exuding an overwhelmingly dominant feeling, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts.
It was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old in a yellow robe, with eyebrows like slanted blades, and eyes sharp and resolute.
