North Sea Dragon Palace.
"Upper Immortal, please have a seat..."
The Turtle Prime Minister tremblingly served tea while several Dragon Princes and Princesses stood off to the side, most of them looking indignant.
Lu Xuan was in no mood for tea, his brow slightly furrowed. 'The North Sea Dragon King has been captured...'
'A seventeen-year drought across the lands...'
His thoughts turned to the rough-looking man from before, and his expression darkened further. 'I've been gone for nine thousand years. For this to happen as the Qin Dynasty's fate reaches its end… it's a bit surprising, but on reflection, perhaps it's to be expected.'
'But... nine thousand years ago, I sat enthroned in Xianyang for a century. All the Immortals and Buddhas knew. How could they possibly dare to do something like this?'
'Are those few Daluo pulling the strings from behind the scenes?'
