Luoyang, Taiji Hall.
Supported by two men, Tuoba Liwei slowly entered the hall.
The guests of Wei sat to Cao Mao's left.
Sun Hao, Liu Shan, Huchuquan, and Shamohan.
Of course, Shamohan now rose and respectfully bowed to his father in greeting.
Now Tuoba Liwei, too, had become a member of this happy, joyful family.
If any more guests came in the future, he would be able to sit on Cao Mao's left as well.
Still, there really were not many more guests who could earn a seat here.
The others simply lacked the standing.
Had the Tuoba Tribe's territory not been large enough, even Tuoba Liwei might not have qualified for a seat. After all, he had no particular title and was merely a tribal chieftain, with roughly the same status as Liu Bao.
Even Huchuquan was the Great Chanyu of the Xiongnu.
Smiling, Cao Mao studied the old man before him.
"Lord Tuoba... I have been waiting for you in Luoyang for a long time. Why have you only come now?"
The many ministers on Cao Mao's right wore smug expressions.
Great Wei was growing ever stronger, showing much of the splendor of the Former Han under Emperor Wu.
The surrounding powers had been defeated one after another, further highlighting Great Wei's might.
At Tuoba Liwei's age, reaching Luoyang alive truly had not been easy.
Knowing that he was gravely ill, Guanqiu Jian had even specially assigned several physicians to accompany him. Yet along the journey, Tuoba Liwei's condition had not worsened; instead, it had improved.
By the time he reached Luoyang, he had recovered considerably.
Even the physicians could not help clicking their tongues in wonder.
Having now lost everything, Tuoba Liwei stood before Cao Mao looking somewhat dispirited and weary.
He showed no intention of answering