Chaoge, Star Picking Tower.
The music of silk and bamboo came to an abrupt halt.
The bronze goblet slipped from Di Xin's hand, and fragrant wine soaked the luxurious carpet, yet he did not notice at all.
He looked at the peerless demon consort beside him, who was usually seductive enough to turn tempered steel into something soft around her fingers, only to find her frozen in place.
Su Daji held an Official Letter that had appeared out of nowhere.
The letter was neither metal nor jade. A faint golden glow of Merit flowed across its surface, while the Heavenly Dao seal imprinted upon it radiated an supreme aura colder and more unquestionable than a Sage's pressure.
"My beloved consort, what is this?" Most of Di Xin's drunkenness had vanished as he frowned and asked.
Daji did not answer.
Her primordial spirit was trembling.
This was not pressure from Empress Nuwa. That pressure carried a Sage's emotions and could be sensed.
But the thing before her was cold and absolute, like a preprogrammed Heavenly Dao Program conducting a merciless scan of her.
[Summons], [performance review], [work scope], [behavioral boundaries].
Every term was like an icy needle piercing deep into her Yao Soul.
She had come under Empress Nuwa's orders to Disrupt the Court and sever the Yin-Shang Dynasty's fortune. That was her assignment, her mission.
Yet now, an organization calling itself the [Investiture of the Gods Evaluation Project Office] wanted her to explain her "work scope"?
It felt like an assassin ordered to infiltrate an enemy camp suddenly being asked by a third-party auditing company to submit a "cost and Risk Assessment Report for the assassination operation."
Absurd, and terrifying.
"My beloved consort?" Di Xin called again.
Daji abruptly came back to herself, forcibly suppressing the storm in her heart