The atmosphere in Xiao Mausoleum's Under Palace, after the thick 'Hulong Gate' isolates the inside from the outside, has already become extremely cold and oppressive.
The Minister of Rites, Li Yuanda, who also serves as the ceremonial officer of the grand ritual, temporarily halts his steps, sweeping his chilly gaze across the crowd inside the hall.
Quan Dingtian knows well that this grand ritual cannot continue. He raises his hand, his face as heavy as submerged iron: "Everyone, stay where you are. Anyone who moves will be executed!"
Then, this Jianzheng of Guozi Bureau casts his questioning gaze towards the Jianzheng of Qintian Bureau on his side: "Brother Ou, why has this happened?"
"What on earth are you talking about?" QinTian's Jianzheng, Ou Chongwu, frowned, turning to face him, "I'm afraid I don't understand the meaning of your words."
