That day, a green tunneling light flew down from the depths of the Divine Tree's crown, quickly landing somewhere in the inner city.
Soon after, the aroma of tea filled a quiet room in a cave mansion, and clouds of mist swirled around.
In a white robe, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged on a cushion, calmly sipping spiritual tea from his cup.
Opposite him, Zhao Chengping's expression was unusually serious, and he seemed somewhat restless.
"True Monarch, two months ago, the enemy's vanguard army already breached the Earth Covering Mountain Range, and now the outskirts of the mountain range have all fallen into the enemy's hands. Our Zhao family is doomed! The situation has deteriorated to the extreme. If you continue to stand by, Ximeng State will become desolate, with hardly any population surviving."
