Luoyi Imperial City, Qiankun Hall.
"Grand Celestial Master, My Grand Celestial Master, you command over a hundred million spies of every kind and claim to know all under heaven. Tell Me—what exactly has happened to My princess, My Princess Changle?"
"A year! You made Me wait an entire year, yet after all that time, there is not even one definite piece of news! What use is there in Me keeping your Heavenly Patrol Division?" Within Qiankun Hall, the Holy Son of Heaven of Great Zhou, Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long, roared furiously.
Grand Celestial Master Wu Yu stood in the center of the hall, looking incomparably embarrassed. Yet even more embarrassed was Central Patrol Commander Jing Zhan. Seeing his own superior being scolded so viciously and so publicly by the reigning Holy Son of Heaven, Jing Zhan vaguely felt that when he returned today, nothing good would be waiting for him.
"Every year, I brush aside all objections and grant your Heavenly Patrol Division an astronomical budget! Is this how your Heavenly Patrol Division repays Me, huh?"
"Give Me an explanation, then! Are you pretending to be mute?" Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long slammed the imperial desk before him.
"Your Majesty, it is not that the Heavenly Patrol Division is useless. A year ago, the Dark Division did indeed discover traces of Her Highness the Princess within Devil Race territory, but their luck was truly wretched!" Grand Celestial Master Wu Yu wore a bitter smile.
"Luck?" Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long slapped the table and rose to his feet. "There has been no news of Changle for over a year, and now you tell Me it is luck? Do you take Me for a three-year-old child?"
"Your Majesty, quell your anger!"
Great Sun Priest Chancellor Bai of the Ancestral God Hall, who was