Ten years later, the founding emperor of the Cloud Empire, a leading Grandmaster of his generation, Zhang Yuanhe, passed away.
In the south of the Cloud Empire, three vassal lords had risen up, and the Cloud Empire seemed to be in a precarious situation again.
In a small bar in Peace County, some old farmers and herb gatherers in tattered clothes were discussing current events in low voices.
"I've heard that there was a bloody incident in the palace. Someone had broken in. The emperor might not have died of old age."
"Even a Grandmaster can't avoid being murdered..."
In the corner of the bar, an inconspicuous man was drinking wine silently.
Jiang Ming had no intention of finding out how Zhang Yuanhe died. He was not familiar with the man. However, still felt a little emotional when he heard about it.
It had been ten years since the incident with the King of Medicine.