A flippant male voice suddenly echoed in the void, tinged with mockery. Within the Haurvatat Formation, a massive, colorful carriage, supported by four stunning ladies dressed in white robes, swiftly approached. Ribbons fluttered around the carriage, and inside sat a handsome young gentleman, elegantly fanning himself.

At the sight, Lord Zenda’s brows almost knitted together in a knot. Meanwhile, James could not help but scoff, “What a show-off, this so-called Emperor of the Yatagan Sword.”

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