Shang Ruyi instinctively squinted her eyes.
When she opened them again, she had already stepped into the gate. The King's Tent was indeed enormous; walking inside felt like entering a palace, surprisingly over ten zhang wide. On the left and right sides of the tent were several low tables, behind which sat men with varying expressions, all clearly ministers of the Western Turks. At this moment, upon seeing Ashina Zhuxie bringing Shang Ruyi inside, their gazes turned peculiar.
Then, they all looked toward the front of the tent.
Shang Ruyi also looked up toward the top center, where a giant table as wide as a person was placed. Behind the table sat a burly man, and just by looking at his attire and headpiece, Shang Ruyi almost instantly recognized this as the Western Turkic Khan—
Ashina Shali!
