It was late at night, and the lights in the Presidential Palace's sleeping quarters were still on. Yeh Huang stood straight, like a sturdy pine tree. A white shirt paired with a gray vest showed under the lights, his clean and handsome face exuding the elegance and restraint of a mature man. He used to roam the itinerant world, always in combat gear, but now he has gotten used to wearing suits.
The President of The Night Empire, the supreme ruler of The Night Empire, must possess a composure and wisdom that ordinary people do not have. Agility is something he already possesses, while wise judgment is slowly cultivated.
The long nights were making his mind a bit weary. He reached for the small green bottle on the table, dabbed a little menthol oil, and applied it to his temples. Immediately, his muddled mind cleared considerably. As he opened his eyes, the aroma of tea wafted toward him.
