"State Preceptor, it's true! Look at the sky, your prophecy is coming true, the demonic realm's gate is materializing!" The Holy Supreme Empire's monarch, Hong Shulan, said in panic. His distressed face added more wrinkles to the corner of his eyes. There was no longer any aura of the imposing Emperor on him, only a human who was worried for his own life.
Contrary to his anxiety, the State Preceptor was sipping his tea calmly, not even a hint of expression could be seen on his face. He was thin, thinner than skeleton with a sickly pallor on his face. His fingers moved and a string of words appeared in front of Hong Shulan's face. [It's as expected. The world will plunge into another war soon.]
"What should we do?!"
[Strengthen the protective array around the Empire. Gather the soldiers.]
"Yes, yes, I will do as you say!"
