Outside the Capital City, among the fields, the crowd, under the command of the little banners, gradually gathered towards the military formation.
The crowd was large but orderly. This was not solely due to the efforts of the White Lotus Sect, but also because of the layered orders of the officials. Standard-bearers with flags on their backs rode swiftly through the crowd on horses.
Standing in front of the large formation, Li Huowang looked out, and all he saw was an endless sea of heads.
Summoning a prime minister requires a ritual; although the Astronomical Bureau of Da Liang was dead, the minor directors were still alive.
Gao Zhijian, dressed in a dragon robe, looked at the Tiger Talisman in his hand. As the evil Qi continued to consolidate, the Tiger Talisman not only glowed red but also trembled continuously, with faint roars coming from within.
