Flanked by two officials of the Foreign Affairs bureau, one middle-aged man walked in. Shoulders slouched and head bowed low, the man wobbled with every step, and the closer he got to Xinzi's throne, the more intense the wobbling got. By the time he faced the stairs, sweat dripped down his cheeks, but the mystical energies in the throne room wiped off any trace of fluid, his knees buckled, and he fell face-first.
'How unsightly.' Several Night Spirits sneered at this display, and if not for Xinzi's presence, they'd have burst into laughter and executed the double-agent following his report. Xinzi, however, didn't find anything funny in the situation.
