At Mount Xianglu, as Guan Qinghan and the Empress truly confronted each other, the originally desolate and oppressive atmosphere boiled like water.
Gurgling and bubbling with steam, it was intensely hot and scorching.
A group of Sect Masters chatted merrily, waiting for Guan Qinghan to slay the Demon Head. Zhao Cheng and others were equally delighted, believing they finally had their chance.
Of course, the civil and military officials exchanged glances, their expressions becoming particularly strange, mixed with a hint of surprise.
Heaven has eyes!
Their own Empress had previously followed the Demon like a shadow, beguiled by the Demon Head and even committing many preposterous and dissolute acts.
It made these loyal officials appear as if they had become treacherous ministers, almost doomed to eternal infamy.
At this moment, the emergence of Young Sect Master Guan Qinghan of Yanqi Sect suddenly made the situation tense and ripped open an opportunity.
