'Pain and joy are different sides of the same coin.'
Ji Fengyan entered the grand hall and looked toward the Emperor sitting upon his throne. In that immense hall, the nine-levels-high platform represented the most exalted position in the royal house. The silver-colored throne was so exquisite that it left onlookers speechless.
From a usual bystander's point of view, the throne signified the highest governing power over the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon.
Whereas in Ji Fengyan's eyes, it was a massive cloud of thick spiritual energy.
In the entire royal place, that place radiated the most abundant amount of spiritual energy.
"Your Majesty." Ji Fengyan turned her gaze back to the Emperor and bowed before him.
With a benevolent smile on his handsome face, the Emperor looked like a compassionate and gracious ruler.
"Greetings, young girl. It has been a while. Much has happened since then." The Emperor chuckled.
