Changning City, now fully under the control of the City Guard, is swiftly reconstructing order.
The army that came from other parts of Shangjing to offer support has assembled on the chaotic Jade Plateau, forming an oppressive and magnificent sight. No one dares to provoke the authority of Shangjing anymore.
On Jingming Square at the Immortal Palace,
Immortal Emperor Jiang Xuan stands on the terrace, looking up at the sky. Below him are the civil and military officials, neatly arranged. This session of the Court, everyone here is seeing Jiang Xuan's stance for the first time.
This Immortal Emperor, for the vast majority of time, only let the world feel his will, hardly revealing his true form.
Thus, it is a great fortune for the officials.
"Ladies and gentlemen, have you seen it? What is happening above in the heavens," Jiang Xuan's voice is calm yet authoritative.
Of course they saw it, that grand and awe-inspiring spectacle.
