Ji Hao silently sat in the Town Hall.
Three days had passed. During these few days, Emperor Shun would walk out of the Town Hall from time to time, to meet ministers and give orders. It was not hard to tell that Ying Zun was rather capable, as he had been managing everything pretty well, and his orders weren’t questioned by those ministers.
The pure pre-world original soul power was absorbed by Ji Hao’s soul. He sensed an indescribably pleasant feeling from the deepest area in his soul, same as the feeling he had back in Southern Wasteland, when he killed a sky devil last time. He silently sat on the ground, legs crossed, while a spot of light shone brighter and brighter in his soul.