The floor above the Emperor's study is his private reception room, an area of extreme secrecy. Within the entire Imperial family, few are aware of its existence, let alone these individuals from the Ancient Mage Tower who have only recently arrived.
"So, you support my decision to kill them all?" Long Yi picked up the delicate teacup before him and asked the Emperor across from him.
"I wish they were all dead now!" the Emperor said through gritted teeth.
As the ruler of a small nation, he had always advocated for a policy of non-aggression. Because in the games played between the major powers, any action of picking sides could bring about a catastrophe for himself. However, since the arrival of the group from the Ancient Mage Tower, things had changed immediately. Not only did they force his country into opposition against the two largest empires of the current plane, but they also put him against the plane's mightiest powerhouse—Long Yi.