บท 811: Preparation For War

Some time later, the Cryptic Sun returned to the palace, his clothes smeared with black blood and bits of viscera clinging to the fabric. The once pristine robes were now a testament to the brutal skirmish he had just endured, though his demeanor suggested it was nothing more than a casual exercise.

"You have returned, Junfei," a voice echoed through the grand hall, calm yet carrying an undertone of curiosity.

"Yeah, it was a good way to pass the time and relax a bit," the Cryptic Sun responded nonchalantly, as if battling one of the meanest, baddest, and strongest creatures in the Beyond was merely a trivial diversion for him. His casual tone did little to mask the underlying power he wielded, a power that few could comprehend.

The Death Sun, observing him from a distance, noted, "You seem to be injured."