Morning.
Capital City, Xinyi Royal Mansion.
The Sword Fairy was swiftly awakened from her cozy bed—her sword sheath.
In her drowsiness, she mumbled, "Stop it, I have no classes today."
Jian Xin sighed, "It's time for an audience with the Holy Emperor."
The Sword Fairy was still groggy, so Jian Xin directly took up his sword and went out.
Divine Craftsmen like Xinyi Baisan, various Professionals, and even teams from other continents were all dressed formally and solemnly, waiting in anticipation.
For most High Tier Professionals, this was also the first time in their lives to personally meet the Saint.
They grew up listening to stories about this figure but never thought they'd have a day to see him with their own eyes.
They felt proud to contribute their knowledge to this mythical human pinnacle in history, with a sense of dying without regret.
No one spoke, all very nervous, as they headed to the Imperial Palace.
Entering through the gate.
"Please follow me, everyone."
