Night, the palace.
In the huge Yangxin Palace Hall, there were only two people sitting and looking at each other, separated by about twenty meters.
The person above had an old face and a rotten aura, as if he did not have long to live.
The person below had a feminine face, and it was impossible to tell if he was a man or a woman.
Upon closer inspection, there was even a feeling that made one's hair stand on end.
..
After looking at each other for a moment, the old man above spoke first.
"Imperial Preceptor, you used my people to refine pills, but up until now, I haven't even seen what the pills look like!"
Hearing this, the person below revealed a strange smile and replied,
"Since the pills were refined from the people of Da Qian, how could I forget about Your Majesty? I've already prepared it for you."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and a fist-sized box flew towards the person above or the Emperor of Da Qian.
