「An hour later!」
Qin Wudao, Jia Xu, and Hei Jiu returned to the Imperial Study, intending to discuss certain matters.
"Sit!" Qin Wudao commanded. He was seated on the throne, and with a wave of his right hand, numerous rays of light from a Formation shot through the air, coalescing into a terrifying array that sealed the celestial mechanisms and isolated everything from the outside world.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Jia Xu said with a bow, taking a seat on a nearby chair.
"N-no... no need. I... I'm fine standing!" Hei Jiu stammered, not daring to take a seat.
After the Slave Mark had been integrated, Qin Wudao had bestowed upon him a medicinal pill. While it had almost healed his physical wounds, the trauma to his soul remained incurable. His fear of Jia Xu had seeped into his very bones and soul, a terror that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
