Imperial Throne Room, Capital.
The throne room of the Imperial Palace loomed with grandeur, its vast columns reaching the heavens, like a cinematic emperor's room on Chinese lore.
Silks of imperial gold fluttered in the cool autumn breeze, while lanterns with carvings of all mighty heaven slaughtering dragons cast long shadows across the marble floor.
At the center sat Emperor Long Tian, draped in resplendent robes embroidered with phoenixes and flames.
His presence, like a dormant volcano, radiated authority and restrained power, he is like god among human.
Around him, several of his most trusted and old ministers stood in solemn contemplation, their voices hushed with tension, sweat forming up their ass.
The situation was dire for them to look at.
At the same time, the Emperor's gaze was cold and calculating as he addressed the council to certain matter.
