Standing inside the Golden Palace, Pan Qing felt an increasingly severe headache. The entire Imperial Capital appeared calm on the surface, but was actually in complete chaos.
Heretical cults and demonic sects lurked in every street and alley, baring their fangs in the darkness and devouring passersby.
The prodigious disciples of the Five Great Families and Seven Sects had gathered in one place, wielding blades and swords, pointing out the course of the world, and stirring up storms.
With the Chu Emperor's Birthday Celebration approaching, the top sects and Flourishing Sect's saint sons and ancestors from all the great domains of the Devil Realm had gathered one after another. This had only added frost to snow in an Imperial Capital that was already far from peaceful.
Even Liang Wang, who had always led troops outside and rarely set foot in the Imperial Capital, had personally come here.
The causes of the First Prince and Second Prince's deaths, the old case of Prince Hong Estate... Intricate forces intertwined, and martial artists of every shape and kind converged, making the Imperial Capital resemble a tangled skein of hemp.
Whoosh... Pan Qing drew a deep breath, then raised his head to look at the figure seated on the dragon throne cast from gold. A trace of sorrow appeared on his face.
He did not understand how the figure on the dragon throne had managed to move with ease amid such tangled relationships while also stabilizing the foundation of the Chu Empire, which had stood unshaken for ten thousand years.
Pan Qing remained silent for a long while before slowly gathering his thoughts. "In other words... Your Majesty originally intended to bestow a marriage on Lin Bai and Fallen Immortal, but later, because Liang Wang suddenly decided to participate in the hunt, the plan