Luo Nantian and the principal would soon recover their cultivation ability, so Feng Wu thought she still had a chance.
Emperor Yan sat on the highest seat and stared at the audience.
"Disciples of the Sacred Mu Cliff, I see…" Emperor Yan smirked. "Good. Everyone's here."
Hua Yangzi stared at Emperor Yan with brooding eyes. "Your Majesty, what's that supposed to mean?"
Emperor Yan said, "It's usually very difficult to find you, let alone gather all of you here. I'm so glad that you've all gathered here in the imperial capital."
"Lord Yan, good job." Emperor Yan praised him.
Lord Yan smiled bitterly. At first, he didn't know that he could gather this many people from the Sacred Mu Cliff. However, he was reassured by His Majesty's words.
"It's all thanks to Your Majesty's brilliant plan. I'm only following orders." Lord Yan was filled with reverence toward Emperor Yan.
