Jin Chen.
Flame Palace's pinnacle.
Two figures stand opposed at a distance.
In Jin Chen's haze-filled air, the silhouettes of the two figures are strikingly clear, like two flames that cannot be ignored.
On the two roof peaks, originally pointed upwards, the presence of the two makes them resemble sharp swords piercing the skies.
Everyone in the gatehouse came down and stood on both sides inside and outside the main gate, closely watching the two at the top of the gatehouse.
The two faced each other from afar and did not move, but their aura kept rising.
The people downstairs held their breath, watching the two above, fearing they might miss something.
...
Meanwhile.
Artificial Sea.
In the No. 1 High-class Residential Area.
The old chief placed his pen down and walked to the window, looking towards the Flame Palace.
"It should... be starting, right?" The old chief glanced at the clock, which was a minute short of nine o'clock.
