Taihe Hall.
In the imperial court, the monarch sat high above, while civil and military officials stood along both sides of the great hall.
Ever since the Former Emperor died last year, his younger brother, Prince Fu, had ascended the throne—namely, the current Xifeng Prince Hui.
Prince Hui occupied the supreme position beneath the heavens. He looked down at the many ministers before him, but he possessed little of a king's domineering grandeur. His spirits were listless, and he yawned as he said weakly, "The Peacock King has summoned the Nine Nations for a conference. My ministers, come up with a plan. Should we go or not? What happens if we go? And what happens if we don't?"
"Your Majesty, the Peacock King is the king of the Peacock Dynasty, not the king of our Xifeng Empire He has ulterior motives in summoning this gathering. We may as well not attend this Nine Nations Conference," a young minister said as he stepped forward.
"Your Majesty, the Nine Nations Conference is a gathering of the Nine Nations. Every treaty nation has the right to summon such a gathering. If we don't go while every other country does, won't that imply our Xifeng Empire isn't among the Nine Great Powers?" an old and steady minister said.
"We still have to go But Secretary Li's words just now make sense. The Peacock King means no good. After obtaining that so-called Myriad Spirit Jade Seal, he has declared himself the sovereign of Divine Land. It's utterly preposterous "
"It's merely a small divine artifact. Even if it possesses the power to topple mountains and overturn seas, our Xifeng Empire has a million-strong army and generals as numerous as clouds, with Starry Sky Experts like Old Immortal Song holding down the fort. What waves could