Upon hearing the news that the King had passed away, Zhi Li was struck by lightning and after a long while, suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, let out a loud cry, and fainted straight backward.
Then, Zhi Li's trusted samurai hurriedly helped him onto the back of a griffin, following Prime Minister Yan Wuji at top speed to return to Wangcheng Zidu!
Wangcheng Zidu was already in utter chaos.
The King had passed away, and the masses were clad in mourning garments.
Last night, the sounds of slaughter from the direction of the royal city had almost spread throughout the entire Wangcheng Zidu.
Anyone who wasn't a fool knew clearly who had assassinated the King.
The civil and military officials who had stayed behind in Wangcheng Zidu had divided into two camps.
