Holy Desecration Realm.
Within an ancient palace built specifically for discussions in the Holy Desecration Realm.
The sunlight was dim, and curling smoke lingered.
Plaques were arranged on tiered offerings tables, stacked like mountains.
Before each plaque, offerings and an incense burner were placed.
These plaques took up more than half of the entire palace, leaving only about a quarter of the space unoccupied.
And at this moment, the open space was also full of people, whispering to each other or arguing heatedly, speaking aggressively as if no one else was there, despite lowering their voices, the noise was still somewhat tumultuous.
Gan Xiong rubbed his temples. The usually enigmatic figure he portrayed to outsiders appeared unusually impatient in front of the countless old and young within the realm.
Until the surrounding noise finally drove him to fury, he slapped the table beside him with a loud bang, causing the entire palace to tremble!
