Five hundred years ago, his master was thrown into a pill-furnace and burned for a century, enduring tortures worse than death. In this lifetime, he swore to make the Chaotic Pill Emperor pay a heavy price. Yet, Ye Han was well aware that he currently lacked any capital to contend with the Holy Palace.
Even the five major holy lands of the Northern Region were like ants before the Holy Palace, not worth mentioning at all.
Nowadays, the Holy Palace was a colossal and formidable force in the Imperial Province, enjoying a resounding reputation.
Chapter 398