Translator: Aran

  Half an hour later.

  A Violet Gold divine guard sent over the content and method of assessment to the square of the Heaven Wasteland diplomatic corps. The relevant assessment was scheduled to be carried out in front of the walls of storm of the Violet Gold divine residence in Sunrise City on the morning of the following day.

  In the tent where the Empress discussed official business.

  “The Wall of Storm?”


  When the fat old Yan Wushuang heard..