Empty space in a broken world
At the head of a white-colored spherical table, a majestic middle-aged man was sitting on a throne, his eyes deep and bright like galaxies.
"My lord, they have come." Suddenly, the space around him distorted, and a young man appeared, unlike the majority of male cultivators who have long hair, this young man had short black hair.
"Good, guide them here," Emperor Wei said calmly as he sipped his tea.
"understand" he answered with a respectful tone, but one could feel the hesitation in his tone and eyes.
"Say what you want to say" Emperor Wei glanced at his most loyal subordinate as well as one of the twelve generals of the Immortal Court, he could see the hesitations on the latter's face.
"My Lord, are you sure of your decision? There is a possibility of war" General Hao sighed and then asked in a serious tone.
