Chương 1217: The Will of the World

In the Town Hall, Emperor Shun sat straight on the ground. Two men with tall hats sat on both sides of Emperor Shun, their faces covered in a faint mist. Both of them were much taller than Emperor Shun. The atmosphere in the hall was heavy and serious, which made Ji Hao feel hard to breathe.

Around ten senior ministers were also sitting in the hall. These were the oldest, most experienced, and wisest human ministers. Some of them were counting their fingers while murmuring, some were whispering to each other, and some were burning turtle shells with a small oil lamp. From time to time, cracking noises made from turtle shells could be heard.

Ji Hao sat by the door as he looked inside for a while, then held his breath and tried his best to restrain his movements, carefully walking into the hall with tiny steps.

Before he walked in, Emperor Shun and the two with tall hats looked at him. Seeing him walk so carefully, they clapped their hands and laughed.