Heavenly Clan Main Hall.
Quiet and solemn, the atmosphere heavy.
Dongmen Buju sat on the supreme throne, his brows furrowed, his face somber.
Since returning from Dongmen Nu's room, he hadn't uttered a word, maintaining this posture, staring blankly ahead.
A trace of sharpness hidden at the corner of his eye, his cheeks slightly twitching.
Only when he saw Dongmen Nu in such a pitiful state did he understand why Ling Wudeng stopped him from entering.
Anger.
An unprecedented rage burning within him.
It seemed as if it would explode him from within.
His arm resting on the armrest couldn't stop trembling.
Because of anger.
The throne below was utterly silent.
Although densely packed with civil and military officials, none dared to make a sound, even breathing was quiet.
Good news goes unnoticed, bad news spreads far and wide.
The incident involving Dongmen Nu had already spread, and the officials had heard bits and pieces.
