"Tomorrow, in the Heavenly Snake Holy Hall, I will make Hui Tianshuang understand that waking up changes nothing!"
Now Hui Tianshuang had awakened, broken through to Dou Zun, and even befriended Chu Zhou, an eighth-tier alchemist.
Hui Jiuyin knew he would be brought to account sooner or later. Since that was the case, he might as well burn his bridges and launch a coup first.
If gathering his men had not taken time, he would have acted before tomorrow's court session to catch Hui Tianshuang off guard.
But most of the imperial palace in the Heavenly Snake Sacred City remained under Hui Tianshuang's control, so that approach might not work.
Rumble!
Rain suddenly began falling over the Heavenly Snake Empire's sacred city.
A bloody storm that would decide the Heavenly Snake Empire's future was already brewing in the darkness.
Neither Chu Zhou nor Hui Tianshuang feared it. The two even had time to exchange tender affections in the bedchamber.
Chu Zhou wrapped an arm around Hui Tianshuang's slender waist, his gaze predatory. "A spring night is all too short. We should make the most of it."
Inside the bedchamber, red candles flickered amid tender warmth.
Beyond the palace walls, undercurrents surged, and murderous intent lurked everywhere.
The night passed without further incident, and time slipped quietly by.
The next day, the hour of the dragon approached.
The Heavenly Snake Holy Hall, in the Heavenly Snake Empire's sacred city.
Today, a grim, oppressive atmosphere hung over this hall that symbolized the empire's supreme power and majesty. Its interior was vast, with carved beams and painted rafters, predominantly black, gold, and dark green. Fierce heavenly snake statues coiled around the enormous dragon pillars, looking startlingly lifelike.
Above the imperial steps stood an enormous dragon throne—actually a serpent throne—carved from a single block