The setting sun dips, and the sky is full of evening glow, with the azure blue sky dyed in rosy hues, looking rather beautiful.
The dignified Chancellor, Lucas, of the Imperial Palace, with unparalleled status, still found his face flushed red by the "howling" icy wind.
And that poor Central Counselor was not much better off than Lucas.
The Central Counselor, with white strands of hair disheveled in the air.
His complexion pale, his expression unsightly.
"Chancellor... why not ask Archbishop Elhui to relay our message once more?"
The Central Counselor waddled his bulky frame over to Lucas, and said.
"You go if you want!"
Lucas snorted coldly.
He would not go again!
Previously, he had already faced blatant rejection.
Go again?
Unless he was out of his mind!
"Very well then!"
The Central Counselor looked resigned.
