Great Court Imperial Palace.
All the civil and military officials were prostrated on the ground, even the Great Court Monarch knelt with both knees, his expression extremely respectful.
An elder dressed in a black gold dragon robe stood at the front of the hall, like a tiger crouching, a dragon coiling, exuding boundless might.
"If I hadn't come, I'm afraid this Great Court would truly be destroyed in your hands."
The black-robed elder snorted coldly, unapologetically scolding the Great Court Monarch in front of all the civil and military officials.
The Great Court Monarch's face lost all dignity, his complexion alternating between blue and white, yet he dared not refute a single word.
The world knows that Tingyuan Sect is the first combat power of the Great Court, able to match the power of gods with a mortal body.
Yet only a handful of people know.
That this black-robed elder is the stabilizing needle of the Great Court, a backup left by the Heavenly Dao in the lower realm.
