Bab 1115: What Happened Thus Far

Inside a dilapidated room resembling an audience chamber, a young man in black coat leaned back on a highchair and looked at a middle-aged man with ash blonde hair in dark red coat kneeling before him.

Like everything else in the room, the curtains, and the carpet were tattered with their edges roughly burnt. The ceiling high windows were broken, with faint light from the moon streaming inside and providing them with little light.

The audience chamber's current state had a huge difference from when The Emperor was the one sitting on the highchair and all the Blade Dancer Clan executives and elites were present. There was none of its majestic view could be seen.