Outside Xiong City, Zhao Palace.
The study room.
Zhao Hao's hair was black, with only slight graying at the temples, broad-faced and high-browed, his gaze stern.
Sunshine streamed into the study, but in Zhao Hao's eyes, a faint shadow lingered.
All his children were dead.
A hint of suspicion flickered in his eyes.
How could this be?
According to the original plan, everything should have gone smoothly.
Could it be that the Supreme Court and other martial clans joined forces against the Zhao Family?
But all information indicated that the Supreme Court remained inactive, and the martial clans didn't tear their disguises apart.
The Supreme Court has a tradition, one of luring snakes out of the hole.
It didn't emerge; the Supreme Court restrained itself from action.
The world has never been a monolith.
