Five Mountains Prefecture.
Sky City.
Marquis Mansion Discussion Hall.
Purple Marquis Zhou Sheng sat solemnly at the main seat, his expression grave.
Zhong Yue sat below, the tea cups in front of the two had cooled for quite some time, yet neither had the heart to drink.
"The letter was sent out seven days ago. By rights, we should have received a reply by now, and the Holy Emperor should have made some decision. The power of the Yellow Heaven Sect, how can the Five Mountains Prefecture outside possibly withstand it?" Zhong Yue said, his voice somewhat hoarse.
As he spoke, his expression also showed some pain.
"How's the injury, is it alright?" Nearby, Purple Marquis Zhou Sheng glanced at Zhong Yue and asked.
