"The show... is finally about to begin!"
He quickly adjusted his robes, suppressed his smile, and put on an enigmatic air as a landlord, preparing to welcome the group of "distinguished guests" who were about to arrive.
And on the high platform.
The hand of the Formless Divine Kingdom prince holding the tea cup also stopped in mid-air.
He looked at the picture in the water mirror, and his whole person fell into a strange silence.
For a long time.
He slowly exhaled and put down the teacup.
"Brother Imperial, Brother Imperial, your move is really... cruel."
He shook his head, with a complicated smile on his face.
Not only did he have sympathy for the ancestors of those aristocratic families, but more importantly, he had a deeper fear and curiosity for the young man in white.
He picked up the tea cup again and took a sip. His eyes passed through the space and fell on the back of the white-clothed figure who was still squatting in the square below.
"Now, I am really curious."
"How will you deal with these hundreds of Saint Emperor who are rolling over to kowtow?"
The road from the Imperial City to the Wind and Rain Pavilion has never been so long.
This team, composed of hundreds of Hundun Saint Emperor, moved very slowly and heavily.
Step by step, they walked on the wide Divine Capital and Vermilion Bird Avenue.
Everyone's head was lowered, their backs were hunched, and they had restrained all their breath, like a group of mortals who had just attended a funeral.
No!
What they attended may also be their own funeral.
A funeral of dignity!
Li Zhaofeng walked at the front of the team.
His face was as white as a piece of paper, and the wound on his severed finger was still aching, but it was nowhere near as much as the pain in his heart.
He could feel the gazes of the creatures on both sides of the street who usually worshiped them.
These creatures all looked at them in astonishment and confusion, and their eyes followed them.
Naturally, these creatures didn't know what happened just now in front of the palace gate.
They only knew that not long ago, these big guys rushed towards the palace in a mighty manner.
Now, they were walking down the street one by one.
What happened in the middle?
How come these powerful Saint Emperor people who are so superior are being paraded through the streets like prisoners?
Doesn't it look too weird?
These creatures were full of awe for these big guys, and they voluntarily made way for them, and then stood on both sides to watch them.
Although these creatures did not mean to laugh at them, it still felt unpleasant to be watched like a monkey!
This is worse than killing them!
The exchange of spiritual thoughts was carried out quietly in the dead team, but this time, there was no longer any violence and murderous intent, only endless fear and confusion.
"We... who did we offend this time?"
"I don't know... but the identity of the person who allowed His Majesty to do this... is probably beyond our imagination."
"I remembered! Wind and Rain Pavilion's Feng Wanli! He was respectful to that person before! Why didn't we think more about it!"
"What's the point of talking about this now? Get ready to kowtow! I just hope... that distinguished guest won't go too far and can leave us a way to survive."
Way to survive.
Once upon a time, these superior Saint Emperor ancestors actually started to pray for others to give them a way to survive?
A huge sense of sadness and absurdity enveloped everyone.
Wind and Rain Pavilion In front of the gate.
Feng Wanli had long since put on a brand new brocade robe, her hair was combed meticulously, and her whole face was radiant.
He stood by the window and looked at the "pleasure army" crawling on the street, grinning almost from ear to ear.
"Hurry, hurry! There are still three streets!"
He rubbed his hands excitedly and gave instructions to the steward behind him.
"Go! Prepare the best 'Nine Revolutions Soul-Returning Tea' in our building! When the ancestors come, give them a cup each to calm them down!"
The steward was stunned and reminded in a low voice, "Master, that Nine Revolutions Soul-Returning Tea is the treasure of our store, one cup is worth a fortune..."
"What nonsense!"
Feng Wanli stared.
"The people who came today are all prominent people in Divine Capital! They are our distinguished guests! If you neglect your distinguished guest, I will take it upon you!"
"Yes yes yes!"
The steward was so frightened that he crawled on the ground and ran to get ready.
Feng Wanli then nodded with satisfaction, straightened his appearance, put on a sad and pitiful look, and walked quickly downstairs.
He had to go to the door in person to greet these "distinguished guests"!
Finally.
The silent team stopped in front of the gate of the Wind and Rain Pavilion.
Under the carved beams and painted pillars and the extraordinary plaque, hundreds of people Saint Emperor hesitated to move forward.
Here, half an hour ago, they were still the place where they commanded and released their spiritual thoughts wantonly.
But now, it has become their place of judgment.
Just when everyone was hesitant and shifting blame among each other.
"Ouch!"
A cry full of exaggerated regret came from the Wind and Rain Pavilion.
I saw Feng Wanli rushing out with a very anxious expression on his face. His acting skills were enough to make Divine Capital the leader of the largest theater troupe apprentice on the spot.
He rushed to the front of the team and "supported" Li Zhaofeng, who was walking in vain.
"Elder Li zu! What's wrong with you?"
"Oh, why do you look so ugly? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
As he spoke, his eyes "inadvertently" glanced at the severed finger of Li Zhaofeng wrapped around Immortal Power, and then he made a gasping sound.
"Oh my God! Your hands! How are your fingers..."
Feng Wanli covered his mouth, looking in disbelief.
"Who did this? Who is so brave! How dare you hurt you! This is outrageous! This simply does not take our Divine Capital's laws into consideration!"
Every word he said was like a red-hot iron drill, piercing the hearts of all the old monsters present!
Who did it?
Who do you think did it?
On purpose, right?
Li Zhaofeng's body trembled violently, he felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out on the spot.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
"Wind...Feng Wanli... you..."
"Hey, stop talking! I understand! I understand everything!"
Feng Wanli patted his shoulder heavily with an expression of "I feel the same as you".
"Ancestors, you have been wronged!"
He turned around, cupped his hands in front of all the Saint Emperors, and raised his voice so high that half of the Divine Capitals couldn't hear him.
"You are all the pillars of my Kingdom of God. You work hard and work hard for Divine Capital's peace on weekdays! Now you have suffered such a huge injustice! I, Feng Wanli, am the first one to stand it!"