The Imperial Court of the Desolate Heaven Empire had not seen such a gathering in years.
Golden pillars carved with coiling dragon motifs rose toward the vaulted ceiling. Vast curtains of crimson silk draped behind the throne platform.
The air itself felt heavy—thick with suppressed auras and restrained hostility.
Today was no ordinary court session.
Today was judgment day for the Bai Clan.
One by one, the most powerful figures of the Empire took their places.
The Clan Leader of the Li Clan, Li Jianhong, stood near the front, robes embroidered with silver qilin patterns.
His expression was stern, his eyes sharp with undisguised anticipation.
Not far from him stood the Zhao Clan Leader, Zhao Wutian, hands folded within wide sleeves, his gaze calm but cold.
The Sect Leader of the Heaven Sword Sect, Han Sha, was also present.
It was clear—
They had not come merely to observe.
They had come to ensure that the Bai Clan would not walk away untouched.
