Old Red Flood Dragon hurried forward a step and cupped his hands. "Rest assured, Your Majesty. He is here."
At those words, a sudden gleam burst into the emperor's eyes. He looked around, but failed to find the figure he had been hoping to see.
"Where is he?"
Old Red Flood Dragon froze slightly. A trace of embarrassment crossed his face as he said sheepishly, "Er... waiting outside..."
"..."
The great hall instantly fell deathly silent.
The officials exchanged bewildered looks.
The emperor stood rooted to the spot, then flushed crimson.
At a time like this!
The foundations of Great Tang's martial arts were about to collapse, and the entire city's people were living in constant dread.
Why bother with all these tiresome formalities now?!
The emperor opened his mouth, sorely tempted to unleash a curse before the whole court.
But on second thought, these demons had traveled far, day and night, to find the Lu Clan's young lord for the sake of Great Tang's crisis. They deserved some credit, at least.
He forcibly swallowed the curse already on the tip of his tongue.
With a cold snort and a sweep of his broad sleeve, the emperor cast aside all concern for imperial dignity and strode briskly out of the hall.
At the sight, the officials hurried after him in a great rush.
Inside the hall.
Watching the emperor's hastily retreating back.
Niu Ben gave Old Red Flood Dragon a gloating look. "Well, you tried to pat the horse's rump and hit its leg instead, eh?"
"I told you on the way that this was urgent-we should just bring him straight in. But you, old mud loach, insisted on all that etiquette between sovereign and subject, making him wait outside to be announced."
Beside them, Demon Emperor Juechen smoothed his