So, where's the fire?
Isn't it supposed to be burning in the Land of Self-Abandonment?
The place is far more opulent than imagined.
Fu Qian moved his arm away from the side of the armrest, surveying the intricate and elaborate designs on the dark cyan background.
Though complex, it's still apparent at first glance that the core element is a hand, with the middle finger raised to form the shape of an eye.
Undoubtedly, it is the emblem of the Abandonment King, symbolizing the tyrant's essential power.
Even the size of this throne is quite suitable, fitting perfectly when the body is in Mythical Form.
Though there's a small question, why is it sitting?
When entering, we were in full battle mode, ready to fight at any moment.
Fu Qian stood up from the seat, stepping forward, beneath his feet was an odd blue-black velvet.
This place is indeed quite different from what was imagined.
