A raging anger was brewing in the Rockstone Kingdom as a beautiful day turned out to be calm before storm.
Many people found out they were having difficulty to breath under the tense of the atmosphere. They were too afraid to cause a sound that could draw attention toward them.
All the servants were walking on the corridor and hallway like a ghost, there was no sound that louder than people breath or rustling of the leaves.
The heaven was like to sympathize with the anger of the Rockstone Kingdom Emperor, as the bright sky covered with the gloomy clouds and the sounds of thunder rumbled along with dark clouds that casted above the palace.
The wrath of the King.
The palace hall was filled with all the higher up officer who were kneeling on the ground, trembling, begging Mo Qian Yuan to calm down.
However the Emperor listened to no one.
