Jade Capital Celestial City, in the Xuanhui Hall.
The Emperor hadn't finished a sentence when he fell into a long dream.
In the dream, he dispatched an army to intercept Chen Xu and Wen Daoyuan before they could cast magic to spill the dragon's blood.
Wen Daoyuan, tears streaming down his face, knelt before him, offering the dragon's blood. He ascended the sacrificial altar, using the nation's fate as a guide to unleash the power of the blood to its utmost—
The dream was too perfect, so much so that the Emperor completely didn't know, as he shouted loudly, "Wang Zhen, Liu Shao, come here..."
At that moment, Wang Zhen and Liu Shao hurriedly rushed over.
Wang Zhen hurriedly supported the Emperor, gently calling, "Your Majesty, your old servant is here, listening."
The Emperor's throat emitted a faint, hoarse rasp, "I command you... command you to quickly take Ziwei, Ziwei Academy all, all..."
All what?
