In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Xuanzhi's face twisted slightly at the sight of the small bottle, but after a long moment, he let out a sigh, picked it up, and quickly swallowed a green pill from it.
His originally pale face reddened in an instant, and at the same time, the blue scales on his body and the color of his hair and pupils turned black, fully restored to their original state.
"I had hoped to lure those from the sects here, to fish in troubled waters between the two parties and see if any opportunity might arise. But now it seems that there's no hope left, and I can only follow the path of the Sea Clan. I just hope that things will truly develop as she said," Xuanzhi said to himself, raising his hands, which had returned to normal, and inspecting them in front of his eyes for a while, still with a sense of helplessness in his voice.
Following that, the Emperor of the Great Xuan Kingdom listlessly opened the secret chamber door and walked out expressionlessly.
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