The assembled Divines were perplexed, unable to fathom why Ziwei had summoned them on such an ordinary day. Yet, out of respect for his intentions—and urged by the little god who came to notify them, who seemed extremely anxious—they dared not delay.
But the moment they laid eyes on Ziwei, anxiety surged within their hearts. For merely by sitting there, Ziwei created an unbearably oppressive atmosphere in the great hall, his expression dreadfully dark and somber.
Quietly, they slipped to their seats and sat upright, not daring to make a single sound for fear of drawing Ziwei's attention!
"Is everyone here?"
After a long silence, Ziwei finally spoke, though the stifling tension in the hall did not lessen.
"Your Majesty, all Divines are present except those in seclusion or away from court."
"Do any of you know what the Demonic Tao has been up to lately?"
