Li Xuancang wanted to return to the Clear Origin Domain and recuperate for a while.
Just then, Linghu Shanhe came over, his face filled with fury.
"Regent, the Heavenly Court won't allow us to leave."
Linghu Shanhe's face was livid, and his eyes flashed with earth-shaking killing intent.
He had gone to report to the Heavenly Court that they were withdrawing to recuperate, only to be directly refused.
By rights, the Clear Origin Domain's army had fought bitterly for five years and suffered heavy losses. They should have been allowed to return and recover, and the Heavenly Court had no reason to stop them.
Yet the Heavenly Court refused to let the Clear Origin Domain withdraw. It was simply bullying them to an intolerable degree.
Li Xuancang furrowed his brow, and killing intent surfaced in his eyes.
"Someone in the Heavenly Court is deliberately making things difficult for us."
Li Xuancang realized the reason behind it.
A fifth-rank Heavenly Court general had once come to demand the Gold-Eating Beast's corpse from him. Li Xuancang had refused, and the man had held a grudge ever since.
It had to be him pulling strings behind the scenes and preventing the Clear Origin Domain from withdrawing to recuperate.
This was the Heavenly Court—supreme and exalted. A mere mid-level Heavenly official could make things difficult for an entire faction.
"Have someone spread the news. I want to see whether the Heavenly Court can silence the murmurs of the whole world."
Li Xuancang's loathing for the Heavenly Court deepened.
From the very beginning, he had never had the slightest fondness for the Heavenly Court. For some inexplicable reason, he had developed hatred toward it, and now that hatred continued to grow.
"As you command."
Linghu Shanhe left at once to carry out Li Xuancang's order.