After everyone entered the King's Tent, the enormous entrance slowly closed.
Immediately, the howling cold wind was blocked outside, yet within the tall and spacious King's Tent, the sound of the wind outside, like thousands of horses thundering across the land, could still be heard clearly. This sound made the tranquility within the tent even more pronounced.
Ashina Shali, as usual, sat upon the throne.
He still possessed a burly stature. Although everyone knew that since that arrow in Yanmen County, his health had declined year by year, even day by day, but even a sick tiger retains a third of its power. Sitting there, even without moving, he exuded an overwhelming aura.
And the ministers of the Western Turks sat beneath him, though their thoughts varied, at this moment no one dared to speak, only waiting silently.
