In the Hall of Enjoyment, where the yellow curtains fluttered gently.
Luoyang King Zhou Wenye was unaware of the impending catastrophe looming overhead, as he gazed quietly at the portrait of the seated Yili King hung behind the divine altar.
This ancestor of the Yi lineage appeared deceptively young, having died at just twenty-six due to excessive indulgence.
However,
it seemed as though temperament could indeed be inferred from one's appearance; even through the portrait, one could distinctly sense the Yili King's past tyranny and grimness.
Zhou Wenye silently shook his head:
"Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi, with such a great opportunity in your hands, you failed to achieve anything notable even after two hundred years.
Apart from tyranny, arrogance, and shamelessness, how were you any different from trash?
If I had been born two hundred years earlier and possessed your great fortune, by now I would likely have already ascended to immortality and become an ancestor."
