The dragon throne had been reduced to a ruined wreck.
Without wasting another moment, he brought Shang Qinghua and his father back to his own room.
For the time being, this place was relatively safe.
His priority now was to restore his father's health as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, Xie Yunlan was nearby and could soon transport medicinal supplies from the Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall.
Although the medicinal stock there was not as extensive as that of Silver Needle Sect, the Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall still maintained a substantial reserve of herbs and medicines.
The resources of the Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall alone rivaled those of the entire Dongyue imperial palace.
This alone demonstrated how weak Dongyue's national strength had become.
Yue Mingxuan sighed inwardly.
There was no helping it.
His father's illness still needed treatment.
Perhaps once his father's health improved, he would be able to continue leading Dongyue and gradually restore its prosperity.
