Within the solemn, majestic hall, a rather handsome man sat high upon the throne, raising a wine cup in one hand while the other roamed casually over the body of a beautiful snake-woman.
Below, numerous powerful figures laughed and drank. Fine wine, delicious food, beautiful women—the sounds of laughter rang out without end, and the entire hall was steeped in revelry. Or rather than revelry, perhaps "extravagant debauchery" was a more fitting description.
Just then, the man on the throne seemed to sense something, and his expression abruptly changed. His aura leaked out, and the jade wine cup in his hand was instantly crushed to pieces. Wine as scarlet as fresh blood flowed down his fair palm, and the commotion immediately drew the attention of the guests below.
The man swiftly composed himself, then looked at everyone below with a smile. "It's nothing, nothing. I'm a little drunk. Continue, continue...!"
The man smiled, and from his appearance, no one would have thought anything had happened. After all, it was merely a wine cup; it amounted to nothing. Only an old man not far from his side revealed a strange expression.
The man gave the old man a look. The old man understood at once and continued entertaining the others, while he and the man on the throne casually found an excuse to withdraw into a room behind the hall.
The moment they were out of sight, the man's expression drastically changed. He said grimly, "Something has happened to the seal."
"What?" The old man's face also changed sharply. Looking at the man, dread and terror flashed in his eyes as he said, "Yao Ming has broken free?"
"Yes! That should be the case. I don't know why, but the seal has completely shattered." As Yao Xiaotian spoke, his eyes were