Blood-robed Taoist sits cross-legged in the Household Palace, eyes closed in cultivation.
The great hall is bustling with activity, with members of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan moving back and forth. Their gazes towards the Blood-robed Taoist are filled with hatred, disgust, and disdain. These relatively young cultivators are unable to fully hide their emotions.
Yet, none dares to step forward and speak ill.
Jiang Ding pays them no mind.
He is absorbed, focused only on himself, still inhaling and exhaling the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi to cultivate, slowly solidifying his foundation. The favorable environment for cultivation within the Imperial Palace has significantly sped up his progress.
Time is lost to him.
"The Emperor wishes to see you."
The somber voice of Demon Mountain King echoes in the air.
Jiang Ding opens his eyes, slowly ends his cultivation, nods slightly, and stands up to walk with Demon Mountain King towards the heart of the palace complex.