At the Marquis of Shang's Manor, Tang sat in the highest seat, while the envoys of the several vassal states that had allied with the Shang Kingdom sat in rows on either side.
"Marquis of Shang, that man has acted against all reason and conscience to an utterly outrageous degree. Quite a few vassal states have already suffered under his persecution, with their nations destroyed and their people dead."
"The Myriad Races' grievance against Great Xia has also reached its limit. Our Marquis sent me to ask you, Marquis of Shang, whether we should join forces, restore order, and return the Primordial Continent to a clear and peaceful world."
The envoy from the Eastern Witch Clan was the first to bow and ask the question. The envoys from the other tribes also began voicing their opinions one after another.
"That's right, Marquis of Shang! If that man continues to cause such chaos, the unified state of the Myriad Races that our forebears fought through countless hardships to establish will probably fall apart!"
Tang lightly tapped the armrest, his gaze solemn and focused. He did not hurry to express his own thoughts.
Beside him, "Qing Fu," a key minister of the new generation of Shang Tang, hurriedly rose and bowed. "Marquis, we cannot. Although that man is incompetent and benighted, his Human Emperor status remains. Unless..."
"Unless someone can sever the Fortune connection between Great Xia and the Primordial Continent, making it difficult for the Great Xia National Fortune to empower that man, any army we send will inevitably suffer a crushing defeat."
Another key minister of the Shang Kingdom, Huang Liqie, added.
The envoys in the hall showed worried expressions, and the atmosphere grew somewhat heavy.
Tang sat in the highest seat, his face devoid of sorrow or joy as