Imperial Observatory, Star Plucking Tower.
Emperor Zhou Chang of Dazhou stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze cold and sharp as he looked at the vast Formation in the distant sky that was gradually fading away.
Behind him, the seriously injured sages of Confucianism and the Military School stood on each side.
The faces of both men were complex.
The pale-faced Chief Astronomer stood beside the Emperor and looked down at his bloody and mangled chest, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sighed, "This act was not easy to perform, luckily, although there were some complications, Empress Dowager Yan Rong eventually took the bait. Our Dazhou has finally managed to remove a major internal threat. It's just a pity about the Crown Prince..."
