Lord Mo had the highest cultivation realm of anyone in this world.
This fact was as clear as the sight of him standing in black robes amid the snow-covered Imperial Palace: it could be seen at a glance.
By rights, he should not have been standing here, yet here he stood, and no one dared ask why.
Some claw marks remained in the snow, traces of the Azure Bird flying through the sky.
Lord Mo stopped looking at the sky and gazed thoughtfully at those claw marks.
In the duty room outside the Imperial City walls, Grand Academician Zhang gazed just as thoughtfully at the tea in his cup, from which the steam was gradually fading.
An official stood before him, looking somewhat nervous.
The Imperial Guard Commander pushed open the door and entered with grains of snow clinging to him. His expression grave, he said, "The people from Cangzhou are all under watch. Our only concern is whether those death warriors slipped into the palace ahead of time. Then there are the commoners and scholars gathered outside the palace. If we don't disperse them soon, I'm afraid people with ulterior motives will exploit them."
The Grand Academician gently pushed his teacup a little farther from the edge of the table with his forefinger and said, "If anything happens in His Majesty's quarters, the Imperial Guard is to act."
At these words, the official's expression changed drastically. He dropped to his knees before him with a thud and said urgently, "My lord, you absolutely must not!"
The Grand Academician gave the man a long look without speaking.
The official said in a slightly strained voice, "His Majesty recklessly ordered the Heir of Prince Jing to the capital, immediately destabilizing the Imperial Court and stirring up a tide of public feeling.