Li Xuan glanced around and said indifferently, "Could someone please light a stick of incense? I'll give this envoy the time it takes for one stick to burn to read the memorial."
Immediately, an attendant ran off, quickly returning with an incense burner, hunched and bowing as he looked at Li Xuan.
Li Xuan pointed at the envoy and said, "Place it in front of him, so he can take a good look."
The attendant hurriedly placed the incense burner there.
The envoy's mouth hung open, seemingly wanting to say something, yet what could he say?
An extreme pressure, even fear, overwhelmed his heart.
Every inch of his body was telling him, "He has defied the presence before him; his life and death are no longer in his own hands, the presence before him could crush him as easily as an ant."
Poof!!
A mouthful of blood spurted out as the envoy fainted.
