Bab 811: Into the frying pan

The Royal Palace was like an arena and looked just like an ancient Roman colosseum. It was round and surrounded by concentric tiered seats. At the center was a square ring about fifty meters wide and long and built of marble, and the gaps between each stone seemed seamless. Even a sip of paper wouldn't fit between each stone, and it was as smooth as a mirror.

At this moment, Xiao Luo, Ghost, and Duck Emperor were at the center of the ring. The seating area was brimming with over five thousand citizens of Baiyue Nation, and there were no vacant seats available. Funing and Grand Master were in the grandstand above the masses with a bird's-eye view. It was as if they were overlooking every single living being.

There was a frying pan in front of Xiao Luo with a blazing fire just beneath it. The oil in the frying pan was already simmering, white fumes rising from its surface dauntingly.