Wang Yi quickly opened the blind boxes, but his mind was restless. He could no longer find the pure joy he used to feel.
He was worried.
He wasn't worried about himself. His true form stood in the Ninth Dimension, with an eternal soul and an immortal body. His current body was nothing more than a projection. No matter what happened, he was safe.
But he couldn't just look out for himself.
He worried that his Royal Court would be breached, that the territory he had worked so hard to develop would be turned into a wasteland. He worried that the people who had followed him all this way would fall, and that those who supported him would be disappointed.
