Imperial Palace, Tai Chi Hall.
Led by an attendant, Bibi Dong headed toward the main hall.
However, judging by their numbers, it seemed that only the higher-ups had entered the Imperial Palace.
Not to mention anyone else—among the first generation of Shrek's Seven Devils, only Tang San had come, which already said a great deal.
Of course, Xiao Tianyang was not being overly full of himself. The circumstances simply did not allow it.
Even if he had the time, he could not possibly receive everyone. It was impossible to meet with each of them one by one.
First, his strength had been affected, and he was currently no stronger than an ordinary person.
Second, they had very little time left for planning and deployment. There was no need to waste it on such matters.
If anyone truly had something to say to him, Xiao He would naturally make things convenient for them.
There was even less need to mention hospitality.
Xiao He was the head of all officials. Having someone of his status personally arrange matters for the others was already an immense sign of respect.
If Xiao Tianyang truly showed up in person, those people would probably feel uneasy instead.
As for merit and honor, the Tianwu Dynasty had never shortchanged anyone.
Xiao He personally handled the rewards they deserved and the glory they had earned, ensuring they did not suffer the slightest loss.
Ever since it had been built, the main hall of Tai Chi Hall had basically never been used.
Perhaps it was because Xiao Tianyang did not need to summon many people whenever he wanted to handle matters.
Or perhaps Xiao He's administrative abilities were simply too strong, with all troublesome affairs stopped at his end.
Moreover, without factions in the court, the chances of disagreements