In the Imperial Mausoleum, lights were ablaze.
Bright Treasure Beads were embedded on the temple's roof, casting an intensely bright glow, dispelling the darkness.
On the altar, ancestral tablets were placed, with wisps of smoke curling and candle flames flickering.
The Emperor's icy words echoed, plunging the atmosphere within the mausoleum into a frosty abyss, penetrating to the core.
Mr. Lian bowed deeply, not daring to raise his head, barely breathing, seemingly feeling the Emperor's wrath.
The eyes of the Black Robed Sage, enshrouded in a black robe, opened slowly, revealing a trace of a cold smile.
The Emperor was truly forced into a corner; otherwise, given the Emperor of Dajing's disposition, he might have delayed matters further.
The Emperor was reluctant to part with the Gathering Immortals Mysterious Banner, a Divine Weapon crucial to the Dajing Royal Family, not to be lost.
