The people are gone, and the "building" is empty.
Yan Fujing sat upright in the wooden chair, took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, straightened his court attire, and gazed into the distance, with a look devoid of fear, only possessing the authority of the dynasty's Prime Minister.
To have been a Prime Minister in life, can I not become just a nobody in death?
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...
The cruel demonic eyes of Black Mountain Tuo finally locked onto a larger ant by the seaside.
That ant had an aura that was very strange.
At first, it was weaker than him, but now it was rising quickly.
Moreover, there was something forbidden about the aura on that ant.
He slightly tilted his head, and from his belly came a murmur: "Is this a native demon of Yin Country? Or is it the demon from the statue?"
On his back, a shadow was also watching closely, and upon hearing the voice, said: "The incense power on it is coming from over there.
