Yinn Shang Royal Court.
The gloomy, chillingly vast hall carried an oppressive atmosphere; the inner palace attendants were as silent as cicadas in winter.
The royal palace had just completed renovations, leaving the great hall feeling particularly empty.
Not only were the buildings sparse, but the people had decreased significantly.
The rebellion of the Dining Minister led to ninety percent of the palace officials' deaths, and many of the remaining individuals were killed in King Zhou's rage.
Those still alive tread on thin ice, fearful of sharing the same fate.
Inner Hall.
King Zhou's expression was dark, and behind him stood a woman of unparalleled beauty, dressed provocatively, her eyes filled with charm, her skin as flawless as snow.
"Still can't find it?" King Zhou suppressed his anger.
"No, we haven't found it."
"What about on the sun?"
King Zhou, being knowledgeable, understood the significance of the sun for cultivators of Innate Pure Yang.
