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Chrysanthemum sighed emotionally. "My Mist Clan's current state isn't very good. The Mortal Empire is thriving, but we're not even a 1st Tier Clan. At the same time, the Water Mist Sect is growing more and more powerful and has already escaped our sphere of influence. Who knows how that bitch Jasmine managed to grow so powerful in such a short amount of time?" 

Chrysanthemum looked no different that a wife lovingly complaining to her husband. She even took the time she was speaking to lead him by the hand to their bedchambers, as though to silently say that she would reward him well if she helped her alleviate her worries. 

"It's only for now." Anak tried to soothe her. "With me here, how could your Mist Clan remain unranked for long? Especially now that I'm out of seclusion." 

"That's what they keep telling us, but didn't you realize the change in the skies above?" Chrysanthemum pointed out of the window.