As Yi Tianyun and the others returned, the situation in Julong City was quickly relayed to the Netherworld Empire. A man with a grim expression paced back and forth in the main hall. Below him, several people kept their heads bowed, not daring to meet the man's gaze, their foreheads beaded with cold sweat.
"Two ministers are dead, and even the imperial palace in Julong City was burned to the ground… and you can't find a single clue?" The man stopped, turning to look at them with an icy gaze.
"Reporting to Lord Yue… we, we really can't find anything. The imperial palace was burned to ashes. The fire wasn't ordinary; it incinerated everything, leaving nothing to investigate." The minister wiped away his cold sweat and added, "But we'll find out what happened as soon as we can!"
"'As soon as you can?'" Lord Yue stared at him coldly. "I don't want 'as soon as you can.' I want answers by tomorrow!"
