Chapter 67 Fancy Face-Slapping Ouch (Part 1)

Never before had Bianliang City experienced such a thunderstorm, accompanying torrential downpour that descended silently.

This was the wrath of heaven and no matter how strong one's cultivation was or how lofty one's status, under the relentless barrage of angry thunder, one could only remain silent and hold their breath.

On the high platform outside the palace gates, it was exactly this kind of silence.

A silence so profound it terrified.

Surrounded by some of the most powerful people of the Song country, the little eunuch felt as though he was about to suffocate to death. Having finished his report, he thought it wise to quietly move his knees back, timidly retreating to avoid disturbing these nobles deep in thought over significant national and martial world affairs.

"Who, who the hell, pull me up..."