The Minister of Rites scanned the empty main hall, only to see that the golden statues were covered in spiderwebs and dust. After a moment of observation, he took a step forward.
Just as he walked a few steps into the main hall, a sudden gust of wind swept through, blowing the dust into the air.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!" The Minister of Rites coughed while waving his sleeve, trying to clear the dust.
When the dust finally settled, a cold male voice echoed in the silent hall.
"What a rare guest. Minister of Rites of the Yu Empire's imperial court, it is an honor to have you here tonight. What kind of wish do you have now?"
Hearing the chilling voice, the Minister of Rites raised his eyes and saw the silhouette of a man sitting on top of the dusty altar.
Knowing that he must be the envoy of the Hong Sha Pavilion, the Minister of Rites put down his hand-held lantern and clasped his hands.
