"Eastern Red, the sun rises... No, wrong, let's try again..."
At noon, when light and warmth should be at their strongest, they failed to dispel the bitter chill of the mortal world. On Yujing Terrace, the altar originally used for worshipping the gods had vanished, replaced by a lavishly decorated high platform.
As an ambitious figure appeared upon the stage, heralds holding large trumpets began to play with all their might. Amidst the grandiose and imposing music, Liu Wei draped a red cloak stained with the blood of countless victims over his shoulders, wore a golden crown ripped from the sweat of the oppressed, and donned extravagant attire encrusted with priceless jewels. Every gem seemed to echo the wails of the exploited masses.
Chapter 269