Capital, within the Imperial Palace.
Inside Qin Yang Palace, the burning incense surrounded the figure on the throne with a curtain of green gauze, rendering it even more mystically supreme.
"His Majesty, Emperor Qin, Rong Chitian is after all the junior brother of the Head Teacher... your recent actions..."
In the middle of the Main Hall, a middle-aged man stepped forward and suddenly spoke.
He was clad in a Taoist robe with hair and beard reaching his chest, resembling an Immortal.
However, before he could finish, an invisible pressure descended from above.
Zhao Yuanyang's face trembled violently, and he found himself unable to utter another word.
"Under the entire sky, is there any land that is not the King's soil... If not for His Majesty's leniency, Rong Chitian would probably be no longer alive."
