Late at night, the capital of the empire had just entered autumn, but the northern border was already cold and windy, with snow and wind, and the outdoor temperature dropped to below zero.

The fire in the castle fireplace crackled, and the temperature in the house was as warm as spring.

Yi Hui, who had left the main square, opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. His cold face looked like a precise machine.

His eyes, as dark as obsidian, stared at the environment in the room. After confirming that there was no one around the room, he reached out and took out a metal token engraved with three purple magatama.

It was the imperial tool that the plagiarist Yi Hui had just returned to him, the Dimensional Array - Shangri-La

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