The following day, early morning.
Divine Dynasty, Divine Capital.
One after another, blurred figures stood within the palace, exuding a formidable aura that was peerless in this world.
Each of them, placed in the Human World, was an existence that all living beings would kneel to and revere.
At this moment, however, they each bent their bodies and bowed, their eyes filled with unease as they looked at the slender figure seated on the Imperial Throne.
Su Yao sat beside the young man, watching the anxious courtiers with a hint of ridicule flashing in her eyes.
What happened to the aggressive aura you all had before?
"Hui, Golden Maple Temple has defied the Divine Dynasty, spreading faith in the North, their rebellious hearts and acts are known to all."
A middle-aged monk, his physique withered yet with an air of dignity, clasped his hands together and stepped out from the crowd.
"Imperial Consort, you are prejudiced against us..."
Shzzt!
