The precious snow-white porcelain brush holder was hurled down hard.
It struck the golden crane-shaped lamp holding a lingzhi candle in its beak, shattering with a crisp explosion. The candle's spiritual flame swayed as large fragments and fine dust scattered across the crimson-and-gold brocade carpet. In the grand, lavish imperial palace, the only sound was the brush holder breaking. The gold-robed and purple-robed figures at the heart of the Sacred Dynasty's power all lowered their heads in silence.
Beside the imperial throne, several Mysterious Feathered People had taken the places previously occupied by others. They merely lowered their eyes at the scene without displaying any reaction.
Upon the highest imperial throne—
The ruler of the Sacred Dynasty, draped casually in a black-and-crimson imperial robe, wore a vicious expression.
At that moment, he truly wanted to smash the brush holder into their beautiful faces. They had demanded resources with such arrogance every day, yet they could not even deal with a pack of snake demons, much less capture the Flood Dragon. Fortunately, they at least had enough shame not to demand benefits after failing.
His gaze swept over the Mysterious Feathered People before scanning the rows of bowed official hats beneath the steps.
"Everyone, do you have any good strategies?"
At those words, the old fellows who usually spoke eloquently and pointed at the realm as they discussed state affairs lowered their heads even further. Since they would not speak, the younger officials behind them dared not open their mouths either. This center of power was both the Imperial Court and the Jianghu.
The matter was difficult to handle, and all the more impossible to speak of.
They could not win if they fought. Who would dare suggest surrender or negotiations? By tomorrow, they would surely be condemned by the countless