Within East Arrival Pavilion of the Luoyi Imperial Palace, Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long sat before his imperial desk. Piled atop it like mountains were memorials and jade slips urgently awaiting review.
Yet as the Holy Son of Heaven of Great Zhou Ji Long stared at this heap of memorials and jade slips, his eyes were faintly bloodshot.
Every day, memorials requesting aid from places in crisis came flying in like snowflakes, leaving Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long without even an hour's rest each day. His eyes had been worked until they were redder than red.
In just one month, the Holy Son of Heaven of Great Zhou Ji Long, once dignified and brimming with the aura of supremacy, had become utterly haggard. At a glance, he looked like a gambler who had gambled day and night for ten days or half a month, lost everything, and gone red-eyed.
Suddenly, an inner attendant reported that Grand Celestial Master Wu Yu requested an audience.
Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long impatiently waved a hand. Before long, Grand Celestial Master Wu Yu hurried in. Just as he was about to perform a grand salute, Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long stopped him with a wave. "Forget it. What bad news is it this time? Speak quickly!"
Grand Celestial Master Wu Yu wore a bitter expression. "Your Majesty, the two Void Hunter Kings and twelve Heavenly Patrol Generals this servant dispatched to Prince Zhen's fief have been attacked by mysterious, unidentified individuals. The entire force has already been wiped out."
Ordinarily, hearing such news would have sent Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long into a towering rage. But now, it was as though he had heard something utterly routine; his expression did not change in the slightest.
"Hmph. Two Void Hunter Kings and twelve Heavenly Patrol Generals, all wiped out? I