As Dragon Bird had mused, in just a few months, Zhao Changhe’s bedchamber scenes had outnumbered those of the past two years combined—or to be precise, in the ten days since the group of heroes slew the dragon, more had happened than in several previous months.0

Tang Wanzhuang and Cui Yuanyang, the two pillars of the courtly side of his alliances, had both been won within that short span.0

It was a convergence of past fates blooming into fruition, fueled by an overwhelming sense of urgency.0

The current state of the world left little room for patience. Gone were the days of thinking “you’re still young; I can wait a few more years,” or indulging in “let’s give ourselves more time to figure out if this is truly love.”0

Now, there was a constant sense that the world could crumble away at any moment. No matter how confident or brash Zhao Changhe appeared outwardly, he was acutely aware of his own limitations. He was, after all, merely a martial artist who had just entered the third layer of the Profound Mysteries. His adversaries, on the other hand, were all in the Profound Control Realm, some like the Sea Emperor even reaching the...0