The world trembled for a moment.

The golden palm pressed down directly toward the mansion that Ye Qingyu was in.

If it really landed, the entire military mansion and Ye Qingyu would probably be turned into dust and ruins, instantly erased from this Royal City.

“Such impatience.”

Ye Qingyu gently placed the wine cup in his hand down on a tile beside him.

As a mocking expression emerged at the corner of his lips, he raised his hand and straightened a ...