At this moment, inside the Divine Palace, Emperor Canglan and Emperor Fan sat upon their supreme thrones, flanked by envoys from various realms. The grand hall was filled with music, dancing, and the clinking of wine goblets. Amidst the hollow pleasantries, a conspiracy was taking shape.
Leaning back in his Divine Dragon chair, Emperor Fan felt a prickle of unease. Impatiently, he waved a hand. "What is this trash they're dancing? Get them out of my sight!"
The dancers fell to their knees, not daring to lift their heads, and hurried away. Emperor Canglan, on the other hand, showed no change in expression. He merely lifted his wine cup and toasted the assembly.
Chapter 343