"She looks so natural," one of the Elders said as they watched Wu Hong on the black throne.
"I know, right? It's like she was born to rule — to stand above others."
"Is it wrong that I immediately feel that she deserves to be our leader? Oh, Holy Lord, I didn't mean —"
"It's fine. She has a natural kingly presence. Even I can feel it."
"Quiet. She's about to speak," Han Guo said, ending the secret communication.
"Before I officially take my position, there are some things we should discuss to prevent the collapse of our cooperation," Wu Hong began.
"Of course," the Holy Lord — a middle-aged man dressed in an azure blue robe — nodded.
"First, do you know about my identity?"
The Holy Lord turned to Han Guo, and after she nodded, he continued: "We have deduced that you are a foreigner from another timeline."
