Cloud Palace.
The Emperor's face was a blur of divinity and qi-blood, seated at the main desk, he was reviewing the memorials.
After some time, he set down the documents in hand.
Purple-clothed Eunuch Lian respectfully walked over.
"These days, the State Preceptor has led the army to Qianyuan Taoist City for a campaign, how goes the battle? So many masters went, even the Old Dragon God of the Dragon God Lineage went, yet there's been no sign of movement?"
The Emperor stood up, shook his bright yellow robe.
He walked out of the Cloud Palace with Eunuch Lian, strolling along the long corridor, the cold air drifted softly along the corridor, flakes like grains of rice, whipped by the wind, quickly darted inside from outside.
"Your Majesty, there has been no news from the State Preceptor's side, it's heard that he's organizing the troops, waiting for an opportunity."
Eunuch Lian kept his head low, hands obediently.
"Waiting for an opportunity?"
The Emperor sneered.
