Liu Zizhan stood in the hall with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes stealthily appraising Lin Jinyu upon the dragon throne.
By now, he was ninety percent certain that something had definitely happened to the Eastern Emperor!
Despite being somewhat prepared for this outcome, witnessing it unfold still made him feel a deep sense of regret.
Could it be that the legendary figure, rumored to have reached the Tribulation-Crossing Stage, had actually fallen within the Blood Refining array?
His gaze swept towards the two men in python robes at the corners of the great hall. The King of An Nan, with his eyes downcast, exuded an air of indifference to worldly affairs. King Zhenbei was expressionless, his palms gently rubbing something, seemingly unmoved.
Ironically, of the three vassal kings, apart from King Fuzhong who appeared good-natured, the other two feigned indifference. Yet Liu Zizhan knew these two were the truly cunning old foxes.
