In the room, Wei Yuan sat upright with a composed demeanor, unfazed by the three great deities before him.
To his right was Bao Yun, above her head still was that Delicate Treasure Tree, though now the tree had transformed. It had a total of seven branches, each time only one branch would appear, and after a moment it would switch to another branch, and then switch again, cycling continuously.
Bao Yun remained silent, yet Wei Yuan understood her implication; it was a marvelous Reincarnation Treasure Tree, displayed for his viewing.
Zhang Sheng was seated in the middle, holding a book of the regulations of the Taichu Palace, perusing it closely. Cleansing the ranks must also be justifiable, it was still prudent to reexamine the rules.
To his left was Ji Liuli, beside her a small red-clad figure about a foot high stood on a nearby stand, extremely beautiful and lifelike, too exquisite to mere sculpture. But where would a sculpture come from in this place?
