The heavy, metallic scent of ancient silver, and the lingering power of an ancient expert hung in the air as Mengyao, Mingye and Yun Li arrived at the deepest section of the inheritance space.
And as the three of them stepped into the hall, they were immediately greeted by the sight of the two princes—Jin Pei and Ao Long—standing frozen at the base of the colossal staircase.
Their arrogance had been replaced by a stiff, wary tension, like soldiers standing at the edge of a precipice, or a subject standing before their emperor.
"Is this all of you?"
The voice descended from above, reverberating as if it was a low growl of a dragon that made the marrow in their bones shiver.
Yun Li looked up, his neck craning, as high above, seated upon the 999th step as if it were a throne of the gods, was Shen Haoran.
