"Good—good! Hahaha!"
The dissolute young man's gaze roamed wantonly over the dancers. He did not use techniques such as Spiritual Sense to spy on them; his eyes were simply greedy and lecherous, fixed upon their graceful figures as he occasionally clapped and cheered.
The sunset beyond the hall had completely sunk below the horizon, and orange-yellow lamps were lit throughout the colossal city from top to bottom.
Inside the hall, the revelry continued. When the dancers grew tired, they were replaced, and the dances came in every variety: soft and seductive, valiant and dashing, dazzling the eye.
The Human Emperor sat upright, occasionally glancing at this strange and mysterious honored guest.
He could not afford to disregard the warnings from the Phoenix Clan and the Western Teachings.
On the surface, he, the so-called Human Emperor, possessed this magnificent city and normally held power as well. Every order he issued passed through without obstruction, and even all the chief ministers believed that the new dynasty was centered on humanity. Those too weak to know how deep the waters of the primordial world ran knew even less that the old monsters had no bottom line. Without the Phoenix Clan's and Western Teachings' secret aid, this so-called human Imperial Dynasty could never have been established. Leaving aside military strength, the enormous wealth and resources required for years of unceasing warfare had all been supplied by those two sides.
Without their assistance, this supposedly flourishing Imperial Dynasty would likely not last three days.
The Human Emperor had the final say in minor matters, but certain far-reaching and important decisions were made by the envoys of those two factions.
At first, he had been deeply dissatisfied, but as time passed, he came to terms with it. If he had the ability, he could turn things