Within the royal palace, in the interior of the Human Emperor Hall, the Human Emperor rested on a dragon-shaped bed.
Despite lying there quietly, the Human Emperor of the Ye Country unconsciously radiated a sense of imposingness. A few strands of silver threaded conspicuously through his headful of black hair. He opened his eyes, in which hints of fatigue could be seen within, yet upon that imposing countenance, he still had a smile on his face as he glanced at the world-astounding beauty beside him.
He naturally knew that this woman was none other than the Holy Maiden of the Medicine Sovereign Valley. If it weren’t for the friendly relations between the Ye Country and the Medicine Sovereign Country, the latter would definitely not have sent their sect’s Holy Maiden over.