He hadn't anticipated that the Daoist Sect would take such a drastic measure, potentially ruining all his intricate plans in an instant.
With this in mind, Golden Light Master steeled his heart, composed himself, and stepped into the grand hall.
Passing through the vermilion and gold-decorated doors, he heard the Emperor's furious voice reverberating inside before seeing anyone.
"Incompetents, a bunch of incompetents, unable to even diagnose a minor ailment. What use do I have for you fools?"
The floor of the grand hall was densely filled with kneeling figures, all renowned Imperial Physicians; outside they would hold their noses high in the air.
Yet now, they could only kneel timidly, not daring to lift their heads, their robes soaked with sweat, and none dared to make a single move.
As for this aged monarch, they knew all too well; his mood today was evidently off. A careless mistake could mean losing their heads.
