In the Inner Court, the ritual of honoring heaven and earth had already begun.
"One bows to heaven and earth..."
"Two bows to the high hall..."
The loud voice of the Ritual Officer intermittently drifted out from inside.
In contrast, the situation in the Outer Academy was starkly different.
The man who suddenly appeared in the sky, so domineering as to engulf everything, slightly furrowed his brows, giving Feng Xun a rather puzzling look.
That kind of gaze held traces of dissatisfaction, mixed with a bit of scrutiny.
It made Feng Xun feel as if he were a piece of pork on a chopping board, critically selected and picked over.
It must be said, this man gave Feng Xun a profound sense of oppression, a feeling he never even had when facing Emperor Beiqing.
"Mediocre at best."
From the man's sultry thin lips burst out four words, then he suddenly disappeared.
Only a bright moon remained in the sky, with no trace of the man.
