"Brothers, how long do you plan to entangle this Emperor?" Lu Yu asked with a smile.
"There's no hurry, tormenting him for a few more days is necessary. How else can we let this haughty Emperor know the power of our Underworld? Besides, there's still preaching to be done on the other side. Without grinding down the Emperor's pride, how can we proceed smoothly?"
Lu Yu could only give a wry smile. Indeed, every party had its schemes. It was just unclear what role the sages and saints of the human race would play in this affair and what benefits they were hoping to reap.
Thus began Li Shimin's nightmares. As long as he closed his eyes to sleep, the bloody figure of the old dragon would appear in his dreams, preventing him from resting peacefully. Many consecutive days of nightmares severely fatigued the normally energetic Emperor, leaving his face pale and deep dark circles under his eyes.
