Lin Qi strode into the Black Spirit Imperial Palace. Following the route map Mr. Mo had sent over, he made his way with practiced ease to the Black Spirit Empire's council hall—the Thunder Roc Hall. With Lin Qi's vigorous backing and the Sovereign Council's manipulation from behind the scenes, just as Lin Qi had promised, the Thunder Roc Tribe's young prince, Great Black Vulture, had become emperor of the Black Spirit Empire. It was only fitting that this hall be named the Thunder Roc Hall.
Inside the heavy, spacious hall, which held few decorations, Great Black Vulture sat on the throne with a gloomy face, dressed in an extravagant robe that made him feel uncomfortable all over. His father, Old Thunder Roc, the former chieftain of the Thunder Roc Tribe, sat beaming on a throne below him, one leg crossed over the other as he narrowed his eyes at several Black Spirit girls beside Great Black Vulture. Their skin was as black as Luminous Black Ebony, smooth and delicate as silk.
Perhaps some thought beneficial to body and soul had crossed his mind. A drop of drool suddenly trickled from the corner of Old Thunder Roc's mouth, yet he did not notice in the slightest.
As the Black Spirit Empire's specially appointed state adviser, Mr. Mo sat behind a long table opposite Old Thunder Roc, rapidly flipping through a thick volume of contractual documents before him. Holding a quill pen, he constantly marked out several lines in the contract, all while snorting words such as "unreasonable," "utterly absurd," and "do you take us for suckers?"
With Mr. Mo's muttering, Great Black Vulture's expression grew uglier and uglier. The several hundred great chieftains and elders of the Black Spirit Continent standing in the hall also wore dark faces, glaring fixedly at