Meanwhile, Long Mingze was no longer the composed emperor who walked with dignity. He tore through the palace corridors like a maddened beast set loose, his footsteps thunderous and relentless.
Servants jumped aside in terror as he passed, their heads lowered, and their bodies trembling.
"What's going on?"
"Huh? Was that his majesty?"
"He looks mad..."
"Why is the emperor running like this?"
"Did something happen?"
"Get out of the way!"
Long Mingze's eyes were bloodshot, his jaw clenched so tightly his teeth ached. His chest burned with rage and dread. Who dared? Who touched that place? Who was seeking death?
His heart pounded uncontrollably as he approached the secluded area of the palace, and there, he saw it. The secret chamber that was always cold, silent, and hidden from the world was swallowed by raging flames.
