Plotting

The table in the meeting hall was longer than it was wide and spanned the length of the entire room, which was every bit as gaudy as the rest of this palace. Walls surrounded them all on sides. This was unusual given that the architecture of this palace was designed to be open so its residents could enjoy the splendor of its many gardens, but that was also the reason this room had been chosen.

Some conversations had to remain behind closed doors.

Several people were already sitting at the table in the meeting hall.

At the head of this table was none other than Emperor Cì Shā. As a man who had stepped into the Deva Realm, he was the strongest person present, though it was impossible to tell by looking at his physique. He looked thin, almost emaciated. His shoulder-length hair and gaunt face gave him the look of a scholar. Only his dark eyes, burning with the flames of ambition, would make anyone think otherwise.