The Third Prince's rise plunged the Eastern Palace Crown Prince and his retinue into unspeakable despair.
To reach the King Martial Realm at such a young age was unprecedented—not just in the Purple Chu Country, but across the Eighteen Snow Countries and even the entire Western Wilderness.
With such a heaven-defying individual looming over him, even the calculating Crown Prince Tantai Xuanmo was at his wit's end.
But unexpectedly, at this very moment, Shen Lang—the man who was currently the talk of the Imperial Capital—appeared at his door.
It was like receiving charcoal in a snowstorm, a lifeline in a desperate situation.
A sharp glint flashed in Tantai Xuanmo's eyes as he shot to his feet.
The golden longchair he had been sitting on exploded with a BANG, instantly turning to ash that drifted down around him.
For the normally unshakable Tantai Xuanmo to react this way showed just how shocked and excited he was.
