In the span of half a year, a worldly palace in the Northern Territory has descended into a purgatory on earth.
This kingdom, named "Beihan," was once a prosperous place in the mortal realm. Now, inside the grand hall of the palace, the air is thick with the scent of alcohol, intertwined with the eerie mix of blood and perfume.
Celestial Bamboo Golden Elder reclined lazily on the king's dragon throne, his left hand playing with an emerald green jade pendant—the Heirloom Seal of the Realm of Beihan—while his right arm was wrapped around a beautiful concubine, his hand wandering beneath her clothing, his eyes filled with lecherous intent.
Meanwhile, Celestial Bamboo Silver Elder leaned back within the trembling arms of several concubines. He used the tip of his sword to pick up a piece of golden roasted meat, a smudge of oil at the corner of his mouth as he smiled without restraint.
