This wasn’t an imperial court of a mortal kingdom. Each of the officials here was quite powerful with qi images looming above.

Even the civil officials had used spirit medicines. They had a different essential aura compared to everyone else, akin to peaceful immortals.

Above the court was a firmament with white clouds and golden tiles on top of a dragon diagram personally drawn by the emperor. It emitted a terrible yet awe-inspiring prestige.

The three directors and nine ministers were all present. Each of them was still in great spirit; old but not decrepit. 

The Grand Tutor, in particular, didn’t wear an official robe but a slightly-red daoist gown with a lotus on it.

Feiyun slightly skirted past him and could sense a massive divine intent surpassing everyone else in the court.

Eight marquises were here with two from his faction, Elephant and Lion Marquises. Battler wasn’t here while...