Imperial Capital of the Rizhao Empire.
The Cyan Emperor no longer appeared as furious as before. He sat silently on the imperial throne, expressionless, looking at the ministers before him.
"Is everything ready?"
"Reporting to the Cyan Emperor, we are all prepared!"
The civil and military officials in the hall cupped their hands, their voices echoing thunderously as if they would break through the room's ceiling.
"Very good."
The Cyan Emperor nodded and then turned to look at the dozen figures on his right.
"This is a war of annihilation. As the elite remaining from Teng Jiu Building, you should be ready to lead troops."
The Cyan Emperor spoke slowly, each word revealing authority and majesty.
"Cyan Emperor, we have awaited this day day and night."
The elite remnants of Jiuteng Building knelt on one knee, cupping their hands in respect.
