Time passed like sand flowing through one's fingers, silent in its passage.
Five days passed in a blink and the date to the Twelve Palaces' Summit was getting nearer and it was time for Jun Wu Xie and the others to step out onto the road towards the summit's venue.
The Twelve Palaces had after the Dark Emperor's fall, not had all the Palace Lords gathered together before. When their common enemy disappeared, the first thing they all thought of was to grow and expand their own might, and stand out from all the others, even to the extent of unifying the Twelve Palaces under them, to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Nine Temples.
For close to a thousand years, open hostility and secret schemes against each other had become a common occurrence and although the Twelve Palaces were still allies on the surface, in reality they had become mutual enemies, each seeking to surpass each other a notch.
