Huang Qiuxian remained silent, not disclosing what he had witnessed in Chang'an—after all, a certain individual involved was right before him.
Shi Zhengyuan and Du Mingsheng seemed unremarkable, and Shen Baobao merely outlined the progress of the excavation of the starry sky relics.
For some reason, all the seats seemed somewhat despondent.
Perhaps, it was due to the news of the fall of the sixth and ninth seats.
Seeing the atmosphere growing increasingly heavy, the True Man sighed lightly and spoke calmly:
"Since there is no matter for discussion, do the two newcomers wish to take a seat?"
The Northern Emperor raised his eyelids, sinking into silence, while Li Jing couldn't help but swallow.
Both understood what it meant to take a seat, but...
Zhang Fusheng clearly sensed the Northern Emperor's hesitation.
What was he hesitating about?
Did he think that taking a seat would mean he belonged to the lineage of Taiqing?
After a moment of silence,
