Little Broken Ball World, Military Affairs Main Hall on a floating sky island.
The hall was filled with projections of all sizes. Commanders, marshals, and high-ranking immortal officials were all present. Many generals sat upright in crisp uniforms, along with snake demons, humans, the Four Seas Dragon Kings, Half-Dragon People, and a small number of other demon races such as tigers, bears, and wolves. The lighting was somewhat dim, making the projected images overhead exceptionally clear.
The monkey sat quietly and properly in the commander-in-chief's seat, with Little Phoenix, who held a high official post, beside him.
The two of them sat still and said nothing.
Clearly, their bodies were here, but their Primordial Spirits had likely flown beyond the nine heavens. It was enough for them to serve as signboards that could hold the field.
Deputy Commander Qiao Jin took out a letter and set it before the monkey. Seeing no response, she passed it around for the civil and military high officials present to read. Whether commanders or immortal officials, all wore grave expressions after reading it. Only Zhen Bei remained unconcerned, holding the letter and commenting on it with great interest.
"Tut, tut. Our Majesty is skilled in everything, especially calligraphy. It has reached the pinnacle and formed a school of its own."
A trace of amusement appeared in the solemn meeting hall.
Others did not dare joke about it, but the monkey, Zhen Bei, and a few others were not bound by such constraints. Besides, a certain dragon's calligraphy was truly beyond words.
Qiao Jin presided over the meeting. There was no unnecessary chatter; everyone present except the monkey and Little Phoenix held important offices, and time was precious.
"The ties between the West and the Phoenix Clan are growing ever deeper. Their ability to accurately