Inside the Imperial City.
The atmosphere was oppressive.
You Wujiang stood silently below the hall, looking at the figures around him.
His senior brothers, senior sisters, Elder Cheng, and even Old Red Flood Dragon, who had returned with His Majesty.
All told, there were no fewer than ten Mountain-Viewing Martial Venerables.
Such a lineup would once have been enough to sweep aside any force within Great Tang. But now,
before these outsiders who had appeared from who knew where, it seemed utterly ridiculous.
Like a group of children solemnly laying out their most beloved toys before others, showing off their might.
Utterly vulnerable.
"What are all of you guarding this place for?!"
Upon the dragon throne, the young emperor finally could no longer restrain himself and slammed his palm onto the imperial desk.
"The people of Chang'an City are being bullied day and night by those outsider dogs, while you lot have all tucked yourselves away in this Imperial City! Are you waiting for me to hand out rewards to you?!"
"Get out! All of you, get out for me!!!"
Faced with the Son of Heaven's thunderous rage, everyone lowered their heads in silence.
Only Cheng Buxiu sighed, stepped forward, and bowed. "Your Majesty, your safety is the foundation of Great Tang."
"Those outsiders may be arrogant, but ever since True Person Wu Shisan showed himself that day, they have somewhat restrained themselves. Presumably... they will not cause too great a disturbance."
At those words, the anger on the emperor's face slowly faded.
What replaced it was a deep sense of helplessness.
He slumped back onto the dragon throne and waved his hand.
As Guyue turned the tide time and time again, he had thought everything in Great Tang would gradually improve...
But why?
Why had it become like this