"Your Majesty, there is an urgent matter!"
In the Imperial Capital, within the nine-layered palace, Jia Xu rushed into the imperial study, clutching an intelligence report. Uncharacteristically for him, he was filled with panic, as if he had encountered some terrible trouble—which, in fact, he had.
Yesterday evening, the frontier garrison in the northwest of the empire discovered an injured Martial Artist. After bringing him back for treatment, they received alarming news.
"What happened?"
Seeing Jia Xu in such a hurry, Qin Wudao set aside the report he was reading, gesturing for Jia Xu to sit down and speak.
Jia Xu respectfully bowed. With no mood to sit, he stood and reported urgently, "Your Majesty, an alien race has emerged from the Endless Desert, and most of the territories have already fallen under their rule!"