coobybook Chapter 1318 The Understanding Feng Wanli
Chapter 1318 The Understanding Feng Wanli
"The show... is finally about to begin!"
He quickly straightened his robes, suppressed his smile, and adopted the air of a mysterious and unfathomable lord, preparing to welcome the group of "distinguished guests" who were about to arrive.
And on the high platform.
The prince of the Formless Divine Kingdom also froze in mid-air, his hand holding the teacup still in his hand.
He stared at the image in the water mirror, falling into an eerie silence.
for a long time.
He slowly exhaled and put down the teacup.
"Brother, brother, your move was truly... ruthless."
He shook his head, a complex smile on his face.
There was sympathy for those aristocratic elders, but even more so, there was a deeper sense of apprehension and curiosity towards the young man in white.
He picked up his teacup again, took a small sip, and his gaze pierced through the layers of space, landing on the white-clad figure still half-squatting in the square below.
"Now, I am truly curious."
"Faced with these hundreds of Holy Emperors rolling over and kowtowing, how will you deal with them?"
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The journey from the Imperial City to the Wind and Rain Tower has never felt so long.
This team, composed of hundreds of Chaos Saint Emperors, moved very slowly and heavily.
They walked step by step along the wide Vermilion Bird Avenue in the capital city.
Everyone's head was bowed, their backs hunched, and they held back all their breath, like a group of mortals who had just attended a funeral.
Do not!
They might be attending their own funeral.
A funeral for dignity!
Li Zhaofeng walked at the very front of the group.
His face was as white as a sheet of paper, and the wound on his severed finger was still throbbing, but it was nothing compared to the torment he was experiencing inside.
He could feel the gazes cast upon him by the creatures that usually worshipped them on both sides of the street.
These creatures stared at them in astonishment and confusion, their gazes following their every move.
These creatures, of course, had no idea what had just happened in front of the palace gates.
All they knew was that not long ago, these bigwigs had made their way to the palace in a grand procession.
Now, they walked down the street, heads hanging low.
What exactly happened in between?
Why do these high and mighty Holy Emperors look like prisoners being paraded through the streets?
It looks so weird!
These creatures were filled with awe for these big shots, and they all automatically made way for them, then stood on both sides to watch them.
Although these creatures didn't mean to mock them, it was still unpleasant to be watched like monkeys!
This is worse than killing them!
The exchange of divine thoughts proceeded silently within the deathly silent ranks, but this time, there was no longer any violence or murderous intent, only endless fear and bewilderment.
"Who...who have we offended this time?"
"I don't know... but for His Majesty to go to such lengths... that person's identity is probably beyond our imagination."
"I remember now! Feng Wanli from Fengyu Tower! He was so respectful to that person before! How come we didn't think of that possibility!"
"What's the use of saying all this now? Let's prepare to kowtow! I just hope... that distinguished guest won't go too far and will leave us a way out."
A way out.
How long ago did these high and mighty holy emperors and ancestors have to start begging others for a way to survive?
A profound sense of sorrow and absurdity enveloped everyone.
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In front of the main gate of the Wind and Rain Pavilion.
Feng Wanli had already changed into a brand new brocade robe, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked radiant.
He stood by the window, watching the "army of apologies" wriggling down the street, his mouth practically stretched to his ears in a wide grin.
"Almost there, almost there! Just three more streets!"
He rubbed his hands excitedly and gave instructions to the steward behind him.
"Go! Prepare our best 'Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Tea'! When the ancestors arrive, give each of them a cup to calm their nerves!"
The manager was taken aback, then whispered a reminder: "Master, that Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Tea is our shop's prized possession; a single cup is priceless..."
"What nonsense!"
Feng Wanli's eyes widened.
"Those who have come today are all important figures in the capital! They are our distinguished guests! If you neglect them, I will hold you accountable!"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
The steward was so frightened that he scrambled off to prepare.
Feng Wanli nodded in satisfaction, tidied his appearance, put on a sorrowful and compassionate look, and quickly walked downstairs.
He wanted to personally go to the door to greet these "distinguished guests"!
at last.
The silent procession stopped in front of the gate of the Wind and Rain Pavilion.
Beneath the magnificent plaque, adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, hundreds of emperors hesitated to proceed.
Just half an hour ago, this place was where they were bossing people around and freely releasing their divine senses.
But now, it has become their place of judgment.
While everyone hesitated and passed the buck to each other.
"Ouch!"
A cry filled with exaggerated sorrow came from inside the Wind and Rain Tower.
Feng Wanli suddenly rushed out, his face showing extreme anxiety. His acting skills were enough to make the head of the largest opera troupe in the capital immediately become his apprentice.
He rushed to the front of the line and "supported" Li Zhaofeng, who was walking unsteadily.
"Grandpa Li! What's wrong with you?"
"Oh dear, you look terrible. Are you feeling unwell?"
As he spoke, his gaze "inadvertently" swept over Li Zhaofeng's severed finger, which was enveloped in immortal power, and then he let out a gasp.
"My God! Your hands! How could your fingers..."
Feng Wanli covered his mouth, looking incredulous.
"Who did this? Who has the audacity to hurt you! This is outrageous! This is utterly disregard for the laws of our capital!"
Every word he said was like a red-hot iron rod, piercing deep into the hearts of all the old monsters present!
Who did it?
Who did you say did it?
On purpose, right?
Li Zhaofeng's body trembled violently. He felt a metallic taste in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.
"Wind...wind travels ten thousand miles...you..."
"Oh, please stop talking! I understand! I understand everything!"
Feng Wanli patted him heavily on the shoulder, his face showing an expression that said, "I feel the same way you do."
"My esteemed ancestors, you have been wronged!"
He turned around, cupped his hands in greeting to all the Holy Emperors, and raised his voice so loudly that he seemed afraid that half of the people in the capital would not hear him.
“You are all pillars of my divine kingdom, working tirelessly and selflessly for the peace of the capital! And now you have suffered such a great injustice! I, Feng Wanli, am the first to stand by and watch!”