Li Geng's face was ferocious, gasping heavily.
He didn't notice at all that some fleshy whiskers suddenly appeared on his face, then retracted as swiftly as lightning.
Bam!
Li Geng suddenly picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it to the ground with a heavy hand. Seemingly still not satisfied, he swept the precious brushes, inks, paper, and inkstones off the table onto the floor.
"Where is everyone, are they all dead? Arrange two fox maids for me!"
He shouted outside, but after waiting for a long time with no response, his pupils constricted, finally sensing that something was amiss.
Within the ancient, dark Imperial Palace,
it was frighteningly silent…
"Alas…" An aged sigh sounded.
Immediately after, the fragments of the torn and scattered "Imperial Extreme Scripture" suddenly flew, transforming back into the ancient yellowed booklet, appearing in a withered hand.
"True Man Lu!"
