The golden light of the setting sun bathed the Myriad Dao Pavilion in a deceptive glow of peace, but inside, the air was heavy with the stench of ambition and brewing conflict.
The grand round jade table at the center of the terrace shimmered with a spiritual projection of the world's geography.
"Now, as we all know, those evil, uncultured swines from the Vast Wilderness have actually invaded the Eastern Region," said Xu Xiaojun, his voice booming with a forced sense of righteous indignation.
He stood at the head of the table, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that pulsed with imperial qi.
"Although the Spirit Hall and some other local forces were fighting back with all their might, the reports we've received are grim. It won't be long before their defensive lines collapse and they are utterly defeated."
He took out a detailed silk map of the entire Tian Yuan Empire, channeling a sliver of energy into it.
