A man in a golden robe sat upon a golden chair.
The golden robe he wore was exquisitely made, clearly the work of a renowned master from the Central Plains. His unruly golden hair spilled down his back, wild and unrestrained. With starry brows, sword-like eyes, and a small mustache, he looked every inch like a mortal emperor.
The man watched coldly as Black Hawk crawled into the great hall, wailing to heaven and earth.
"Great King..."
"Those Jiuli humans really wanted to kill me..."
"If I hadn't escaped quickly, I fear I would never have been able to serve you again..."
The Black Hawk who had previously been cold, fierce, and ruthless instantly turned into a resentful wife bullied outside. Seeing his own king, he poured out his grievances and sought protection. Only Black Hawk's howling filled the desolate hall. The one seated above and the few half-human, half-demon beasts beside him remained expressionless and silent. Black Hawk had indeed not lied; the aura of Jiuli witchcraft on him was unmistakable.
The man in golden robes raised a hand, and Black Hawk's crying stopped abruptly.
"When the three stars of Sha Po Lang appear together, the world will fall into great chaos. This is no time to clash with the Jiuli. Those cultivators of the Central Plains are our greatest enemies. I declare that from this day forth, we shall strictly guard against Central Plains cultivators! Kill any trespassers!"
The demons all answered in assent.
"We obey the Great King's decree!"
Then the golden-robed man fixed his gaze on Black Hawk, making him tremble in fear.
"You went into Jiuli territory?"
"This subordinate... this subordinate merely went hunting for food and encountered that old man from Cloud Remote Ancient Village..."
At the time, Black Hawk had only seen the