Di Hong City.
Imperial Palace.
The desolately empty Di Hong Palace was enveloped in the dimness of ignorance, a boundless oppression looming over the entire grand hall like the celestial dome itself.
Above the Imperial Platform, the Crown Prince, clad in a Mysterious Robe and Crown, and wearing the five-colored regalia, sat with indifferent eyes as detached as the heavens, his exquisitely handsome face void of any emotional fluctuation, like a vividly lifelike statue.
"It seems I have won, elder brother."
Below the Imperial Platform, the Second Prince sat in a wheelchair with a faint smile, looking up at the Crown Prince, "Prepare for divine punishment."
"He did not choose to go to the Demon Clan." The Crown Prince spoke dispassionately, "But because of personal feelings, he caused your plan to fail, failing to capture Duanmu Yan nor finding the traces of the Demon God hiding behind."
"What does that matter?"
