In the Thirty-Third Heaven of the Tai Chi Grand Temple, a middle-aged man in a black and white robe stood atop the tall walls.

His countenance bore regal authority and disdain, projecting a presence that seemed to look down upon the Greater Realms.

Beneath him stood several living beings that bowed to him, afraid to meet his gaze.

The middle-aged man shouted, “Tai Chi has personally given me the order to temporarily be the substitute as the Yang governor. From now on, I, Qadirre Trench, will