Yun Qing pondered, his fingers unconsciously stroking Little Radiant Chick's back inside his sleeve. Perhaps he was about to "run low on battery" again; the fluffy little bundle nudged against his palm, found a comfortable position, and fell fast asleep.
This "court assembly" had already lasted three days.
Ever since Yun Huang had plopped himself onto the imperial throne, Great Zhou's night banquet had never again resembled anything a "banquet" ought to be.
By today, the Divine Palaces and mighty figures from every quarter had all taken their seats at this banquet in the Divine Capital, which had been forcibly twisted into an "Immortal Court assembly."
The Yun Clan's seats lay below the imperial throne on the left, facing the Southern Region's powers, led by the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, on the right. On the surface, cups passed back and forth amid a glittering bustle of toasts; beneath it, turbulent currents surged, and every pleasantry concealed a barb.
Yun Qing sat upright among them, his gaze sweeping over the assembled Immortal Venerables and mighty figures. These titans of the immortal world, usually so lofty that even a glimpse of their true faces was hard to come by, now wore relaxed expressions and smiles brighter than the spring blossoms blooming before the hall. They repeatedly raised their cups to Yun Huang in the seat of honor, their mouths overflowing with praise.
"Your Majesty's might and virtue shine resplendent. Truly, this is Heavenly Origin's good fortune!"
"With Your Majesty presiding over us, how could Heavenly Origin fail to flourish?"
Watching them, Yun Qing could not help inwardly sighing. Workplace culture really does exist everywhere.
Whether it was a mortal court or an immortal banquet, singing the boss's praises to his face and cursing him behind his back belonged to the same unbroken