Under the gray, dim sky, the gray-white buildings stood desolately on the frozen land, like a continuous mountain range. The Imperial Palace welcomed its guests with a grand ceremony, with bright costumes and fluttering banners, serving as rare colors in this silver-white world.
But Shen Tang always felt that something was off; perhaps it was because, amidst the hollow cheers, the expressions of the beastmen were too numb.
Indeed, those beastmen had dull expressions, devoid of any emotion in their eyes, like puppets being manipulated by strings, only completing their tasks.
Even though the scene was a lively celebration, an indescribable dead silence filled the air, making one feel subtly strange.
Lin Xi seemed to not notice anything amiss, continuing to arrange the reception matters calmly.
Shen Tang had to push down the feeling of discord and looked around, asking in confusion, "It's been so long, why hasn't the Emperor arrived yet?"
