Inside the Imperial City.
The atmosphere was oppressive.
You Wujiang stood silently below the throne, looking at the figures beside him.
His senior brothers, senior sisters, Elder Cheng, and even Old Red Flood Dragon, who had returned with Her Highness.
All told, there were no fewer than ten Mountain-Viewing Realm Martial Venerables.
In the past, such a lineup would have been enough to sweep through any faction within Great Tang.
But now.
Before this group of outsiders who had appeared from who knew where, they seemed utterly laughable.
Like a bunch of children solemnly setting out their most beloved toys before others, showing off their might.
Unable to withstand a single blow.
"What are you all standing guard here for?!"
On the dragon throne, the young emperor finally lost his patience and slammed a palm onto the imperial desk.
"The people of Chang'an suffer abuse from those outlander dogs day and night, yet look at you! Every last one of you is huddled inside the Imperial City! Are you waiting for me to hand out reward money?!"
"Get out! All of you, get out!!!"
Faced with the emperor's thunderous fury, everyone lowered their heads in silence.
Only Cheng Buxiu sighed, stepped forward, and bowed. "Your Majesty, your safety is the very foundation of our Great Tang."
"Those outsiders may be arrogant, but since Wu Shisan True Person showed himself that day, they have restrained themselves somewhat. Presumably... they won't take things too far."
At those words, the anger on the emperor's face slowly faded.
In its place came a profound helplessness.
He sank dejectedly back onto the dragon throne and waved a hand.
With Gu Yue turning back the raging tide time and again, he had thought everything in Great Tang would gradually improve...
But why?
Why had things come