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The next day, drizzle continued to fall.

Fine and dense as silver threads, the rain shrouded the land like a light gauze. A bend of green water, like a jade belt, wound around the forest, while distant mountains veiled their forms in faint shadowy outlines.

In the misty rain, everything in heaven and earth appeared somewhat blurred.

Gentle rain gathered into beads, slipping down the elegantly unique roof corners like broken crystal strands, tapping intermittently upon the oil-paper umbrella, clear and melodious, like a lady delicately striking a bell chime.

At this time, the Meridian Gate of the Imperial Palace was bustling. Luxurious carriages continuously came and went, and masters from various factions also entered in succession.

Today, the Imperial Palace was extraordinarily lively, gathering the top dignitaries of the Great Yan Dynasty, as well as the top masters within the Great Yan Martial World.