A large ornately stone door shook before it fell apart with a large bang, and a deep booming roar came from within, "I have succeeded."
The roar awoke the JI Clan, as its members soon raced towards the source of the sound, and upon reaching the area, they quickly prostrated in deep reverence.
Ji San prostrated at the front of the gathering, his heart hammering threatening to burst from his chest when he felt a familiar hand on top of his head.
"My eldest son, how is our preparation?"
"Everything has been prepared as you have instructed, and we are just waiting for your command."
"Splendid, you have done well, and now let us return to the throne room, I wish to know about what is happening since I began my closed door meditation."
Ji Jinlong sat on his ostentatious and gargantuan throne with a large cup filled with an expensive wine in his hand, while the rest of the people in the room sat further down in a subservient position.
