Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty.
White Jade City.
"Ancestor, the letters have all been sent out!"
"However, these Sects do not submit to imperial rule. I fear not many will be willing to go this time."
"The major Sects have had complaints since the last two conscriptions. This time, they will likely feign compliance while acting in defiance!"
Before the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty's National Guardian Martial Saint Ancestor, the Old Emperor Yang Yu did not stand with a straight back, but was instead half-bowed.
This was an extremely rare sight for him. It was not just because of the other's status, but also due to the formidable might of a Martial Saint. Although it wasn't intentionally directed at him, the aura alone exerted a suppressive pressure on his very life force.
It felt as if he were a lower form of being before this man, born to be suppressed and unable to even look him in the eye.
