The assembled gods were quite puzzled, not understanding why Ziwei summoned them on such an ordinary day. However, out of respect for his intentions and given the urgency conveyed by the messenger, they dared not delay.
The moment they saw Ziwei, a sense of unease gripped their hearts. Just his presence exuded an extremely oppressive atmosphere, and his expression was terrifyingly grim.
Silently, they took their designated seats, sitting upright and rigid, not daring to make any sound for fear of drawing Ziwei's attention!
"Is everyone here?"
After a long moment, Ziwei finally spoke, but it did nothing to ease the oppressive tension in the hall.
"Your Majesty, all the gods are present except for those in seclusion or away."
"Does anyone among you know what the Demonic Tao has been up to lately?"
The people exchanged puzzled glances, wondering if the cause of such anger in the sovereign was related to the Demonic Tao.
