The inside of the throne hall was extremely luxurious, but the decor was very different from what Qin Mu had seen in the past. Most of the wall paintings and pillars were adorned with portraits of prostrating dragons. They were lying beneath an old tree, looking very fearful of it.
The bark of the old tree was like dragon scales, its branches primitive, simple, and mysterious, looking like thousands of dragons.
Qin Mu inspected his surroundings and was puzzled. He laughed. "Green Deity of the Eastern Sky is of the dragon race?"
