The Orphaning of Emperor Yi

The candles inside the hall crackled, casting the shadows of the two men onto the golden curtains, where they swayed precariously.

Emperor Yi's chest heaved several times. The surge of emotion just now seemed to have exhausted the last trace of vital energy in his body.

His chest heaved violently, and his complexion rapidly faded from a sickly flush to ashen gray.

Yet the light in his eyes remained sharp.

"Zi Shou."

Zi Shou hurried forward, intending to support Emperor Yi, but Emperor Yi gently waved him off.

"Go."

Emperor Yi pointed outside the hall. His gaze pierced through the heavy curtains, as if looking toward a distant place.

"Bring the Grand Tutor inside."

"There is something... I need to tell him."

Zi Shou's heart tightened.

Grand Tutor Wen.

He was the Great Shang Dynasty's pillar of white jade that supported the heavens, its purple-gold beam that bridged the seas.

He was also Saint Mother Jin Ling of the Interception Sect's foremost disciple. He had already attained the Dao Fruit of a Golden Immortal, with profound Magic Power.

In the Great Shang Dynasty's court, if there was anyone who could make his father worry so much, it could only be Grand Tutor Wen.

"Yes, Father."

Zi Shou did not hesitate. He returned the Human Emperor Sword to its sheath and bowed as he withdrew from the sleeping quarters.

Outside the hall.

The cold wind howled, and dark clouds covered the moon.

A group of civil and military officials waited outside the hall, their expressions solemn.

Wen Zhong stood beneath the steps at the entrance to the sleeping quarters, clad in dark armor and towering like an iron pagoda.

His distinctive white brows drooped slightly, the divine eye between them tightly shut. A chilling aura of baleful energy and majesty radiated