Jun Wu Xiao, along with the others, remained in seclusion, continuously cultivating without going anywhere during this period.
Xia Ni, a year after his speech, abdicated the throne. The court officials had predicted correctly, there was no way there wouldn't be someone capable of replacing him. Several high-ranking officials also tried to run for the position of emperor, but they were not at the top of the rankings.
Surprisingly, the first-ranking candidate was a low-ranking official, for some reason, that guy had extensive knowledge in leadership and good moral qualities.
Time flew by, and now eight years had passed. Jun Wu Xiao was on the verge of a breakthrough, ready to experience the sensation of advancing to an entirely new level once again.
His left arm was slowly regenerating, looking far from weak. It was a perfect arm, full of vitality.