Night fell, and all was silent.
The Imperial Palace seemed devoid of life on this night.
Soon, Luu Hermit and his group stepped into the grand hall.
They saw the Emperor seated on the Dragon Chair, his gaze burning as he looked at them.
Luu Hermit felt a jolt in his heart; the Emperor's gaze was terrifying, giving rise to an almost irresistible urge to kneel and bow in reverence.
The thought had barely arisen before Luu Hermit crushed it.
Emperor or not, he was just a mortal.
He could destroy him with a flick of his fingers—it wouldn't require the slightest effort.
Turning to Song Lin, Luu Hermit's gaze was full of mockery, and he said, "What are you waiting for, Your Majesty?"
"Could it be that you knew of our arrival?"
"Indeed, you have finally arrived," Song Lin replied with a smile.
"Hmph, playing tricks, perhaps you were so scared you couldn't run?"
The ghosts and gods roared with laughter.
