"Ah, ah, no!! Save me!"
The majority of Lunisolar Shrine priests were normal people, while this silver priest's cultivation was merely at level six of the mystic realm.
Even though the officials on both sides did not know what this priest was experiencing, they felt that it was something horrifying judging from his screams.
Everybody reflexively backed several steps away.
Mo Lian looked on coldly. He saw a young eunuch lift up the barrel lid and shakily force himself to close the lid again.
The Qianyuan Audience Hall descended into silence.
Besides the sound of things inside the barrel of extreme happiness slithering and biting, the silver priest's screams faded bit by bit until nothing else was heard.
The old officials were drenched in sweat. All of them were about to cry.
They knew that their emperor was temperamental, but the emperor had been keeping his temper in check for the past several years.
