Ziwei Hall.
The Emperor sat at the end of the grand hall, his aged body seemingly infused with new vitality, majestic like a dragon coiled and a tiger about to leap, watching the figure walking into the hall.
"Your servant, the Imperial College Sacrificial Officer, Mo Yiling, pays his respects to Your Majesty."
The elder with four eyes and heavy pupils stepped into the grand hall, performing a ritual bow toward the Emperor at the end of the room. His actions conformed to the proper etiquette, yet the vast Qi emanating from him grew fiercer by the moment.
Facing the Emperor of Great Zhou, especially within the Imperial City, the Imperial College Sacrificial Officer dared not relax even a fraction, despite the fact that the Emperor was in the weakest state of his life.