Accepting the Charge

Lu Zhen fell silent.

Win back the former rulers? That struck at the New Emperor's greatest taboo.

Sure enough.

A flash of venomous hatred crossed Xuanyang's eyes. "What a joke! My lord fought and bled on the front lines, conquering twelve of the Demon Kingdom's Star Continents in succession. He was on the verge of reaching the Heavenly Wolf Demon Kingdom's Royal Court."

"But that New Emperor? He was afraid!"

"He feared that if my lord truly won back the Two Former Emperors, his throne would no longer be secure. He feared the Heavenly Wolf Demon Kingdom's vengeance even more. All he wanted was to hide away in his little corner and reign in peace."

Xuanyang's voice trembled, steeped in boundless sorrow.

"Twelve Golden Feather Immortal Edicts! Twelve, all issued in a single day!"

"They ordered my lord to withdraw his army and return to court. If he rebelled, he would be branded a traitor, and the families of tens of thousands of Martial Hall soldiers would all be buried with him. If he returned... only death awaited."

"In the end, my lord surrendered his military command. Before the Storm Platform, that witless emperor and his treacherous ministers joined forces, fabricated charges against him, and drained his essence dry, destroying his soul!"

A deathly silence filled the hall.

Only Xuanyang's heavy breathing echoed through it.

"This Fallen Sky Dojo was what my lord tore free and sent away at the cost of his life before he died." Xuanyang looked at Lu Zhen, his gaze impossibly conflicted. "It was also the last legacy he left in this world."

Lu Zhen nodded silently, feeling the hot blood in his chest begin to boil.

If I can secure the direct disciple inheritance and gain complete control of the Fallen Sky Dojo, Lu Zhen