Lin Fan stepped into the main hall of the Imperial Court.
Calm, silent, emanating an overwhelming presence that enveloped the entire hall. He simply stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, yet he was undeniably the center of attention. No one could ignore the fierce aura he radiated at this moment.
He... was now the most striking figure in the entire hall.
Wang Zhou and his companions, dressed in bloodstained prison garments, stood behind Lin Fan. In stark contrast to Lin Fan's calm demeanor, their expressions betrayed their unease. This was the Imperial Court, and they were faced with the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Overwhelmed by imperial majesty, their bodies trembled slightly, fearing to act recklessly.
"Who dares act so brazenly in this sacred hall?" An elderly eunuch beside the Emperor glared piercingly, his frail frame emanating a surging power. His voice, like thunder, transformed into ripples that spread outward.
This was an expert.
